Chapter 7

“What was that supposed to mean? Are you trying to argue with me too?!” Beryl got up from her seat and stared at Mrs. Taylor.

Fia quickly stood up as well and said, “Don’t get mad. I’ll discuss this with Conrad and go get it done.”

With that, she turned around and took the bowl of medicine in Mrs. Taylor’s hand and drank it all in one go.

When Beryl saw that she was being obedient, she calmed down a bit.

“Don’t just drink medicine alone. If your body isn’t strong enough, you won’t be able to even protect your baby! I’ve also arranged for acupuncture. I’ll send the address over to you. Have Mrs. Taylor accompany you for the session.”

“Alright.” Fia acknowledged her words and didn’t dare talk back to her.

After Beryl left, Mrs. Taylor unwrapped a piece of candy and gave it to Fia.

“Madam, you should really tell Mr. Conrad about your situation.”

“She’s only doing this for our own good. She doesn’t have any bad intentions… She only wants us to have a baby soon.”

Mrs. Taylor frowned and then asked, “Then, the session in the afternoon?”

“Let’s go. If we don’t, she’s going to get cranky again. It’s not good for her to be so irate all the time.”

At a private clinic, Fia was in so much pain that she couldn’t help but tremble when the silver needle was poked into her flesh.

The doctor adjusted how deep the silver needle’s penetration was. He had seen plenty of women like her.

He then said in a cool tone, “Be patient. A lot of women went through the same thing. Everything will be fine once you have a child and your body is healed.”

“Okay,” Fia said as she gritted her teeth and sweat rolled down her forehead.

She was still trying to convince herself that she wasn’t doing this for the Maxwells, but for herself. She had to cure herself of infertility anyway.

Once she divorced Conrad, she would marry someone else. Eventually, she wanted to have a child too.

Mrs. Taylor looked on from beside her and helped wipe her sweat off with concern.

“If you don’t think about it, it won’t hurt so much. Think about what you want to eat tonight, madam. I’ll make them for you.”

the pain and said, “I want braised pork loin and fried chicken in sweet &

make them all

coming out. It was

that the artificial insemination process was going to hurt even more with

was not afraid. If Conrad was willing to have a child with

no more “ifs”. He was going to

the session was done, Mrs. Taylor helped Fia out of the clinic while Fia had one hand over

Maxwell to come to pick

so it’s best not

you still going to the hospital to accompany your mother then,

visited her this morning I did say to her that I’ll visit her again in

let me send you over.” Mrs. Taylor couldn’t say much about the situation as she was just an employee. She had only found out that Echo had cancer

my mom’s at is just in front. It’ll take just a few minutes. You

wanted to have some time alone. She didn’t force

Gryphonheart Hospital, she didn’t walk directly into the hospital building.

the third wedding anniversary between Conrad and her, but

been shredded into

“Fia!”

she frowned. She didn’t

trying to run?!” Esme hurried after Fia and stopped

are too ashamed to see me? It’s good that you know what you did was wrong. Now, give

with her back straight and

you point your finger at us? It’s natural that he’s spending on me since we’re

Esme’s face quickly disappeared. “I knew it. You didn’t want the divorce

lips curled as she raised her chin and said, “Did he tell you that he won’t divorce me

to do that!” Esme stepped forward and threw her hand

“Your hand is for playing the piano, not for

Esme suddenly cried out in pain as she bent over. “Why did you do that to me, Fia? I already lost the ability to play the piano now that my

her hand, she

ears again, with

wind and held Esme in his

and saw him looking at Esme, concerned. All he could see

“How’s your hand?”

It’s

say something but couldn’t out of

carefully held Esme’s right hand and

hurt her yesterday, but you did this again today! What

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