When Love Becomes a Cage by Nora

Chapter 213



Leaving the Pattersons' place, I made a beeline for the hospital to find Warren.

I knew deep down that carrying this child was like harboring a ticking time bomb.

If I can barely stand up at a party without feeling like I'm gonna pass out, how on earth am I supposed to handle giving birth?

And if the baby was indeed born with abnormalities, the child would be doomed to a life of suffering. I couldn't bear the thought of my baby enduring endless pain.

Warren, examining my recent lab results, seemed torn.

"An abortion is inevitable, but your body is just too weak right now. Your health indicators are all over the place."

"We could operate, but recovery's going to be hell, especially since you've relapsed twice already."

His words echoed my fears, leaving me sighing in resignation, at a loss for words.

It seemed like terminating the pregnancy was the only viable option left.

Warren took off his glasses, looking visibly drained.

"Melanie, I'm giving you a week to get yourself together. Take a leave if you must."

"Eat well, drink plenty of fluids. Without your health, you've got nothing. Maybe light a candle for the little one later on."

His advice left me torn between tears and laughter.

"You're superstitious, aren't you?"

with a shrug, his expression turning

you're struggling to

the tiny being growing inside me a mere bundle of cells, yet already so profoundly connected to

Clyde, once awake, would remember any of this, but I knew it would break

"Alright, then. Schedule

me intently for a long

there to observe the surgery. I

a few days post-op. I need

with Clyde? His brain still not

momentarily made me forget my

"Not add up?"

his glasses, "Before I specialized in oncology, I spent two years in

at most

severe concussion, temporary

confusion. With medication and

gradual recovery, he should

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improve."

the

demeanor made me silently shake

He barely knew Rachel

if they had been together from the start, I wouldn't be

Clyde had fallen for her while I was abroad, they would've

and his temper, I felt consulting a

consult with a leading expert, preferably from