Chapter 9
 
There was no sign of two gestational sacs during the last checkup.

 

 

Avery could not believe that there were two babies inside of her a short week later.

She held the ultrasound scan in her hands as she sat in a quiet daze on one of the benches in the hospital corridor.

The doctor told her that the probability of being pregnant with twins was extremely low.

If she had an abortion now, she might never be able to have twins again.

Avery chuckled bitterly. All of this was the work of the Fosters’ private doctors.

When they had implanted the fertilized eggs into her, they had not mentioned that she was going to have twins.

Perhaps in their eyes, she was nothing but a birthing tool for the Fosters from the beginning.

When she began to bleed the week before, she thought that her period had arrived. When the Fosters’ doctors found out, they thought that the procedure had failed. When Elliot said that he would divorce her after he had woken up, the doctors had never seen her again.

The decision to give birth or not was now solely on her shoulders.

Avery’s phone rang in her bag. She had been in the hospital for over an hour.

She pulled out her phone, stood up, and walked toward the hospital’s exit.

 

“Avery, your father’s dying! Come home right away!”

 

Her mother’s hoarse voice came from the other side of the line.

 

Avery was stunned.

 

Dad was dying? How could this be?

 

She knew that her father had been hospitalized after his company got in trouble. He could not even attend her wedding.

 

She did not know that his condition was this serious. Avery’s mind was a mess.

 

She did not have a good relationship with her father. She could never forgive him for having an affair.

 

However, her heart stung painfully upon suddenly hearing the news of his serious illness.

 

……

 

The living room of the Tate house was a chaotic mess when Avery arrived.

 

Laura took her straight to the master bedroom.

 

Jack Tate was lying on the bed. His breathing was shallow and his eyes were barely open. When he saw Avery, he raised his arm in her direction.

 

“Dad, why didn’t you go to the hospital if you’re this sick?” Avery said as she held her father’s cold hand. Tears welled up in her eyes.

 

“That’s easy for you to say! Where would we get the money to take your father to the hospital?” Wanda snapped frostily.

 

Avery’s head shot up as she said, “Didn’t you get a large sum of money from the Fosters? Why didn’t you use that to help Dad?”

 

your father’s company owes?

 

saying such cruel words, Wanda heartlessly

 

not

 

still her father. He had always loved her, and she did

 

her, Dad. It’s not that she didn’t want to get you treated, but the family really doesn’t have much money,” Avery sniffled as she stood crying by

 

turned a deaf ear

 

his voice was low as he said, “Avery… My darling girl…

 

holding hers suddenly

 

cry tore

 

heart throbbed

 

underwent an

 

pregnant,

 

herself, but life swept her up and pushed her

 

funeral was a

 

attended the funeral, not since

 

Wanda went to a hotel with

 

crowd scattered like a flock of wild

 

long, Avery and Laura were the only ones left

 

were as dark as

 

she

 

a dull voice, “I do. Even

 

Avery did not understand.

 

why are you

 

Avery. It isn’t just a matter of love or hate. It

 

Avery dragged her worn out body back to Elliot’s

 

day of Jack’s death to the end of the funeral, the process had taken three

 

to the mansion at all during the

 

the Foster

 

not tell anyone in the Foster house about her

 

colder than ice and frostier

 

noticed the mansion’s lights were lit, and the living room was filled with

 

nines and chatting away merrily with

 

paused in her

 

noticed her

 

stark contrast to the liveliness of the living room, but the smile on Mrs. Cooper’s face tensed

 

she held Avery’s arm

 

trench coat with her slender, fair calves peeping out from underneath the hem. On her feet were a pair

 

was different

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