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?”

 

company owes? Don’t look at

 

saying such cruel words, Wanda heartlessly

 

not

 

father. He had always loved her, and she did not want

 

to get you treated, but the family really doesn’t

 

turned a deaf

 

voice was low as he said, “Avery… My darling girl… I’ve failed you… I’ve failed

 

large hand holding hers

 

cry tore through the

 

throbbed

 

world underwent an

 

pregnant, and her father was

 

child herself, but life swept her up and pushed her into a lonely,

 

of the funeral was

 

funeral, not since the fall of the

 

went to a

 

scattered like a flock of

 

the only ones left at the

 

moods were as dark as

 

you hate Dad, Mom?” Avery asked as she stared at

 

dull voice, “I do. Even if he’s dead,

 

Avery did not understand.

 

why are you

 

isn’t just a

 

dragged her worn out

 

end of the funeral, the process had taken

 

mansion at all

 

the Foster family contacted

 

in the Foster house about her father’s

 

Elliot was colder than ice and

 

noticed the mansion’s lights were lit, and

 

and chatting away merrily with wine

 

in her

 

noticed her and

 

it was because Avery’s cold and pitiful expression stood in stark contrast to the liveliness of the living room, but the

 

outside. Come on in!” Mrs. Cooper said as she held Avery’s arm and pulled her into the living

 

her slender, fair calves peeping out from underneath the hem. On her feet were a pair of black, low-heeled leather

 

was different from her

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