The Unwilling CEO’s Love Game

Chapter 58

The next day, Jocelyn tagged along with Quinta to the city hospital for a check–up. There was a whole laundry list of things to get checked out, so there was no way they were gonna breeze through it quickly. All sorts of tests and reports consumed time to process.

While Quinta was getting poked and prodded, Jocelyn stayed out in the waiting area.

Only when you’re actually in the thick of it will you realize just how many folks are itching to have a bun in the oven but can’t seem to make it happen. It’s mostly women flying alone here, barely a dude in sight.

Jocelyn found it kind of heartbreaking.

Having babies is a two–person gig, but somehow it always seems to fall back on the ladies responsibility. Can’t get pregnant? It’s on the woman. Didn’t give birth to a son? That’s on her too. Kid’s got a bad attitude? Guess who’s fault that is. Bad grades? You guessed it. It’s like the guys have nothing to do with it.

Sometimes, Jocelyn could totally get why Melvin wasn’t keen on tying the knot.

Sure, there are happy marriages out there. It’s a fifty–fifty shot. But who knows what your own marriage is gonna look like?

It wasn’t until the afternoon that Quinta got her hands on all her medical reports. One of her fallopian tubes was totally blocked, and the other was inflamed, making it tough to get pregnant. Even if she did, the chances of an ectopic pregnancy were sky–high. The doctor suggested getting the tubes removed and going for IVF.

Clutching the reports, Quinta sat down, trying her darnedest not to cry, but her eyes reddened anyway. She bit her lip, trying to fake some calm and shook her head at Jocelyn, “I’m fine.”

Jocelyn couldn’t truly get it, but she knew this hit Quinta like a ton of bricks.

She gave her a gentle hug, choked up, “Quinta, don’t worry. It’s just surgery, right? I’m here for you.”

Quinta couldn’t hold back any longer and just bawled into Jocelyn’s arms.

Jocelyn couldn’t help but tear up too, with the sound of Quinta’s muffled sobs.

Hospitals are ground zero for tears. It’s said that hospital walls have heard more heartfelt prayers than any church. People who come here are praying for the best.

After a while, Quinta dried her tears and let go of Jocelyn, “I’ll go splash some water on my face.”

“Okay.”

Jocelyn waited by the door with Quinta’s stuff.

Suddenly, someone bumped into her, and the medical reports scattered everywhere. The person who bumped her seemed in a rush, muttered a quick sorry, and dashed off.

feeling low, but what can you do in that situation?

mess

pair of shiny shoes stopped in front of a report. Jocelyn reached out, picked

face above the shoes was not a happy one.

This was

another

of one of the reports but only saw the type of test,

stuffed everything into her bag and just gave him a

squinted, “What’s

was polite.but distant, even taking a step

her vibe, snorted coldly, eyeing Jocelyn,

looked at him puzzled, not getting his drift.

want to explain to me?” Melvin was

slightly, “Explain what?”

Melvin was pissed, especially seeing her innocent

idea how she kept her cool like that.

yelled, “Family of Quinta!

hurried

the nurse to find Quinta on the emergency room

a bit malnourished. Make sure she

“Thank you.”

She thought she should let Quinta’s husband know, since he was the one ought

later. With such a

1. it.

dialed

before he picked

“Damian, it’s Jocelyn.

up?” Damian sounded

gave him the lowdown on Quinta’s situation, “I mean, if you’ve got the time, could

Jocelyn, could you please keep Quinta company? Talk her through this. Tell her not to stress so much. If it turns out she really can’t have kids,

job situation and felt slightly reassured by his response.

saw Quinta opening her eyes, “Quinta, still feel dizzy?”