My Love Until the Last Goodbye by Alut

Chapter 0575

Valerie arrived at the hospital, more composed now. She was wearing an oxygen mask, which helped her breathe more easily. Sedatives weren’t an option due to her advanced pregnancy, but the supplemental oxygen stabilized her. It was only then that she truly realized the gravity of her actions. She had risked the lives of her babies for someone who no longer cared about her. Tears welled in her eyes as the weight of her decisions bore down on her.

While she wiped away her tears, her gynecologist, Dr. Hill, entered. Marcus had already called her and explained the situation, so she had an idea of what needed to be done.

“Hello, Valerie! Are we making a habit of meeting like this?‘

“Hi, Dr. Hill… I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to hurt my babies….t’s just…” Valerie struggled to get her words out.

“Let’s check on your little ones. Your husband is on his way so everything will be fine. Most likely, you’ll just need to rest properly, and everything will be okay.”

“My husband is coming?”

“Yes, he’s the one who called me,” the doctor replied with a hint of doubt. “Valerie, are you having problems with him? Is there something you’d like to share? I can help if you’re going through something.”

pang of guilt. Marcus wasn’t to blame for any of this, but she could see why the

no! How could you

times in distress. The first time, I understood–it was for your child. But this time?

situation, and I didn’t know how to handle it. But I’ll recover, you’ll see. I’m just worried. about

said, applying the gel and preparing the equipment. “Let’s

“Really? They’re okay?”

of my colleagues examine you further. If necessary, they’ll prescribe something or recommend steps to

“Thank you, doctor!”

finishing up, her phone buzzed. A new patient, a young woman with bleeding and a possible pregnancy, had arrived in

need to stabilize my patient here first, and then I’ll head

is fine. Your babies are healthy, but you, Valerie, need to rest. My

was about to leave, Marcus walked in. His face was pale, his expression a mix of worry and exhaustion.

are you, my love? Doctor, how are my children?”

you’ll be the next patient we admit, and you don’t

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