The Double Life of a Secretary (Megan and Leo)

Chapter 162 Blood During Ovulation

Megan sat on the bed, drinking water slowly.

This glass of hot water was just filled by Dr. Safford, and it was still a little hot,

but she was worried about something else, so she took a big sip and burnt her

throat.

“You are bleeding during your ovulation.” Dr. Safford checked the

examination report on the computer and finally said the conclusion. “The amount of blood is above average. We can’t conclude until the other results

come out.”

Dr. Safford said a lot, but Megan understood. “So, I am not pregnant?”

Dr. Safford thought that she was eager to have a child, so he comforted her. “You’re still young. There’s no hurry. Besides, your current physical condition is very bad. You’re very anemic, and it’s not suitable for you to give birth to at

child.”

Megan nodded gently, still confused and numb.

She was not pregnant.

She didn’t know if she should be glad or disappointed.

“Look, Megan, what good stuff did I get for you?” Vada ran back excitedly and unfolded the agreement in front of her like presenting a treasure.

After a quick glance, Megan’s eyes dimmed.

Vada shook the paper violently. “You’re free, Megan. You don’t have to pay the penalty fee! Why aren’t you happy?”

“I’m not pregnant.”

checked your

of having

then folded it again. “What I wrote is that as long as you are pregnant, the 2 million dollars

say anything.

a bit

be fooled, but not fool

would be

was also there. If he knew that she was pregnant, he would probably be very happy. So her miscarriage would

And her mother…

she couldn’t afford to take

“So you’re saying that my trick is

and comforted her. “Not

“At least what?”

not do anything to her

looked like he was going to take her back and lock

a month, even if she had 2

might not let

was optimistic. Hearing Megan’s words, she became happy again. She opened her arms and hugged Megan. “Megan, there are only about 20 days left in a month. Hold on.

help laughing. “Yes.”

asked, “Gail, what’s your friend’s name?

her medical record.”

name is…”

words, the door of the consulting room was pushed open by a strong force. “Sasha, why are you hiding here? You must give us

explanation today!”

were three or four of them, all women. The oldest one was estimated

her 70s, and the youngest looked to be in her 30s.

Megan and said warily, “Who