Free Web NovelChapter 83: Prenatal Check-Up
Once again, Michael failed to have a civil conversation with Wendy. He felt that she had changed too much, and he could no longer. reconcile this side of her with her past self, who had loved him unconditionally and without complaint.
He also knew that he had hurt her very deeply. Hence, he had spent all this time trying to make her happy and make up for his mistakes.
Unfortunately, Wendy was like a rock he could not move. Things did not improve even when he asked Mrs. Lucas to intervene. He thought, do I really have no other option besides agreeing to a divorce?
Since Michael had never been in love, he did not know what exactly it should feel like.
However, he was certain of the fact that he did not have any interest at all in getting divorced.
The moment he thought about having nothing to do with Wendy after their divorce and the possibility of her getting remarried to another man, his chest started to feel tight with anxiety. When he observed her silence, he went out to get a broom and returned to the study to sweep away the broken glass fragments. Since the lilies were relatively undamaged, he managed to find another vase to put them in. This time, he placed the vase on the coffee table. Once he left the study, Michael did not go back in.
Now that Wendy was left alone again, she slowly regained control of her emotions. However, after the interruption from Michael, she lost her motivation to continue working on her sketches.
She grabbed her cup impatiently for a sip of water only to find it already empty. She stood up to go refill her cup in the kitchen, and she saw blood on the floor. She frowned when she figured out that the blood probably belonged to Michael.
However, she did not know if he had gotten cut by the glass fragments from the broken vase or if the old wound on his hand had split open again.
Quickly, she decided that it had nothing to do with her. After all, she no longer wished to care about anything related to Michael.
As she emerged from the study with her cup in hand, she saw Michael sitting down on the couch holding a napkin to his wound, seemingly trying to stop the bleeding. However, it continued flowing. Pretending not to see Michael, Wendy refilled her cup and returned to the study.
However, she felt increasingly frustrated as she sat down at the desk again. In the following second, she slammed her cup on the desk, then stood up and walked to the adjacent room to retrieve the first-aid kit. She went back to the living room, tossed the box at Michael, and turned around to leave.
When Michael saw the first-aid kit, he looked up to see Wendy’s back and smiled. He said, "I hurt my right hand, it’s hard for me to treat my own Wound."
Wendy was already in a bad mood after that fight with Michael. Bringing the first-aid kit to him was already the best that she could do.
She could not believe that he was so shamelessly asking her to treat his wound for him.
"Go to the hospital if you’re not able to do it," said Wendy. With that, she slammed the door shut.
Michael walked over to the door with the first aid kit and stubbornly knocked. He said pitifully, "Wendy, it’s really hard for me to do it by myself, and it’s even more difficult to go to the hospital. Also, I might bleed out before I even get to the hospital. Please help me."
The door opened. Wendy said coldly, "I’ll help you if you agree to get divorced."
Once Michael heard that, he walked back to the couch with the first-aid kit. "I’ll just deal with it by myself," he said.
Wendy grew increasingly impatient as she watched Michael clumsily clean his wound. She walked over to the couch, took out the disinfectant solution from the kit and applied it to a cotton swab before dabbing at his wound.
"Wendy, I knew that you still cared about me," said Michael with an exceptionally delighted smile on his face.
"One more word from you and you can do deal with this on your own!" Wendy felt even more frustrated when she saw Michael’s smile. She deliberately applied more pressure on his wound, causing him to gasp in pain.
Some of the wounds on Michael’s hand were from the broken vase, and the others were because the cut that he had gotten a few days ago had split open again. It was evident that he had not taken good care of his injuries over the past few days. Otherwise, the wounds should have started to scab by now.
After disinfecting the wounds and applying ointment, Wendy packed the first-aid kit back up and returned it to its original position. At the end of the day, she found herself unable to turn a blind eye to Michael’s injuries. Then again, she would have helped anyone in a similar situation.
But this was all that she would do for Michael. She was not particularly concerned about him. Fortunately, Michael remained quiet the entire time.
The following day, he went to work as usual. Wendy, on the other hand, received a phone call.
A man’s voice greeted her over the phone, "Hello, Miss Stewart. Do you remember getting your pregnancy test results at our hospital four months ago?"
Wendy hummed in response. "Is something the matter?" she asked. Even though she knew that she was just speaking to a representative or secretary from the hospital, she could not help
but add, "Did something bad happen?"
"Your pregnancy test was done in our hospital. We believe that pregnant women need regular prenatal check-ups, but you have not been back in the past four months. Your child should be almost five months old now, and we just wanted to remind you how important it is that you get regular check-ups. If you have time, we strongly recommend that you come back here so that we can arrange it for you."
It was true that Wendy had not done a single check-up since she found out that she was pregnant. Back when she was working, she did not have the time to do so. Moreover, she was afraid of being discovered by Michael. She ended up procrastinating. Now, the fetus was already almost five months old.
She touched her belly, where a baby bump was increasingly taking shape. Now, she was no longer afraid of anything. Even if she continued to miss the prenatal check-ups, she would not be able to keep her pregnancy a secret for much longer. Michael was bound to find out about it soon, in at most two more months.
"I’m free today, can I come over right now? Or do I need to make an appointment in advance?" Wendy asked.
"You can come over right now. Please remember to bring your insurance card with you."
"Alright, I’ll be there soon," said Wendy. She did not forget to thank the doctor before hanging up.
She was impressed by how dedicated doctors were these days. The last time she had visited the hospital was four months ago, but they still remembered to call and check up on her.
She put on some loose clothes and a pair of comfortable white sneakers and left the house without putting on any make-up. When she arrived at the hospital, they conducted a few prenatal check-ups that were deemed important for pregnant women.
The doctor examined the test results and told her, "Congratulations, Miss Stewart, you have a very healthy baby. You should continue to pay attention to your diet and exercise lightly in your second trimester. Of course, you should not engage in vigorous activities. If you follow my advice, you should be able to deliver smoothly."
Wendy felt ecstatic to hear those words. She nodded, "Thank you very much, doctor."
"Please come down for your next round of prenatal check-ups as scheduled," the doctor instructed her, "You did not come for any in the past four months, it’s fortunate that your fetus has been developing properly. No matter how busy you are in the future, you should take time out to do these checks. This is what’s best for both you and your baby." ƒгeewёbnovel.com
"I understand," said Wendy as she thanked the doctor again.
As Wendy gazed at the ultrasound image and saw her baby for the first time, her heart felt warm. She could hardly believe that this was her child, and that such a vulnerable life was slowly growing in her womb. She felt slightly regretful about not having done the prenatal check-ups earlier when she thought about how much sooner she could have seen this. This was a wonderful feeling that only a mother could empathize with.
However, when Wendy saw the time stamp on the image, she frowned and asked the doctor, "I think the date here is wrong. I’ve been pregnant for five months, but it’s stated here that the fetus is only seventeen weeks old. Did something go wrong?"
If her fetus was only 17 weeks old, that meant that she had only been pregnant for 4 months. Smiling, the doctor explained, "Don’t worry, everything is fine, and your baby is perfectly healthy. I was told that there is an error with the timestamp on your ultrasound image, and that there’s nothing wrong with everything else." Wendy felt slightly doubtful, but since the doctor had already assured her that everything was fine, she did not continue to pursue the matter.
She just wanted her child to be healthy.
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"Wendy is in the hospital?" When Michael received this update from his staff, his first reaction was to think that she had gotten injured. Anxious, he asked, "How did she get hurt?"
He remembered that she had been fine when he left their apartment this morning. Even though she stayed in her bedroom most of the time, she seemed perfectly okay when he saw her last night. He simply did not understand how she could have possibly gotten hurt if she had stayed home the entire time.
His staff replied, "Mrs. Lucas doesn’t seem to be injured. We didn’t want to get too close in case she noticed us, so we’ve just been waiting outside the hospital. Would you like us to go in and learn more about the situation?"
"Yes, and right away," said Michael, who was very worried about Wendy’s condition. Even after hanging up, he still felt uneasy. Hence, he grabbed his car key and took large strides out of the office.
When Mr. York saw Michael emerge from the office, he immediately approached him and asked, "Mr. Lucas, where are you going? You have a meeting with an important client scheduled today, he’s already on the way."
Take care of it for me, said Michael without so much as slowing down. Mr. York frowned as he watched Michael leave. This client was very important to the company and Michael had been personally working on this deal for a long time.
It was not easy to get the client to agree to meet him in the first place, and it was impossible to understand why Michael would just leave without an explanation. After giving it some thought, Mr. York figured out that it probably had something to do with Wendy.
Otherwise, there was nothing else that could possibly make Michael so anxious.
Sighing helplessly, Mr. York shook his head
while grumbling softly, "l used to hope that Mr. Lucas would treat Wendy better, but now it would be best if he’s not quite this nice to her."
After all, the only reason why Mr. York had been working his guts out all these years was that he genuinely hoped that Michael could lead MC Enterprise to greater heights.
Michael, on the other hand, went straight to the hospital. When he arrived, Wendy had finished her check-up and was walking out. His car halted beside her, and he rolled down the window. "Wendy, what’s wrong with you?" he asked.
The sudden confrontation with Michael was a huge shock to Wendy.
She thought, why is he here? Did he find out about my pregnancy? No, that can’t be right. If he knows, he wouldn’t be asking me what was wrong.
Right now, she did not wish for Michael to find out about her pregnancy. Even though he would eventually discover it, she figured that she would just hide it from him for as long as she could.
When Michael saw Wendy continue standing there in shock, he grew frantic and assumed that something had gone terribly wrong. He immediately got out of the car. Grabbing her hand, he said, "Don’t be afraid, no matter what’s wrong with you, I’m sure that there will definitely be a cure since the medical technology is so advanced these days."
Wendy remained quiet.
Michael only panicked more. He said, "What the
hell is going on, talk to me!"
He was so anxious that he put his hands on his hips and stomped his foot. Her attitude made it easy for people to misunderstand and assume that she had gotten some kind of terminal disease. When he saw the examination sheet that she was holding, he reached forward to grab it. He wanted to look at it himself and s what exactly was going on.
Wendy immediately hid her hands behind her back, causing Michael to miss.
"Wendy Stewart, are you trying to scare me to death?" Right now, Michael was growing fearful.
"I don’t need your concern," said Wendy. With that, she turned around to leave.
It was impossible for Michael to just let this matter rest. He immediately chased after her saying, "At least tell me what’s wrong with you. How can I possibly not care about you right now?"
"There’s nothing wrong with me, I just came to the hospital to get some cold medicine because I felt unwell last night," Wendy casually lied.
"I don’t believe that’s all. Why do you have an examination sheet if it’s just a cold?" Michael retorted.
"Since I was here, I decided to do a full-body check-up," said Wendy, "Or do I need your permission for that?"
