RankNovelChapter 161 When Charles had gotten his fill, he asked Elis, "You and Tiffany seem to be pretty close. Why else would she cto the hospital to visit you so early in the morning?" Elis leaned back in his arms with her long tresses cascading down her back. "She cto get a surgery done." "A surgery? What surgery?" "The one I did." Elis fluttered her lashes as tears filled her eyes. After a moment, she mumbled, "Neither of us are good mothers." "You mean an abortion?" Charles pulled out his phone and sent Vincent a message.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt"Are you sure about this?" the doctor asked.
Tiffany nodded. "Yeah." "Okay, then. I'll schedule the surgery for you." "Can it be done today?" The doctor was taken aback. "Are you in such a rush?" "I don't need to be hospitalized after the procedure. I need to get back to work tomorrow." The doctor frowned. "It's just an abortion, but it's important to get enough rest after the surgery. Is your work more important or your health, young lady?" Tiffany thought about it. Then, she said, "Work is more important to me." The doctor sighed and shook her head. She typed on the keyboard and lamented, "I've seen too many young women like yourself. You don't take your health seriously because you think you're still young. You'll feel the effects when you get older." Despite her words, she still reminded Tiffany of the things she had to pay attention to. For instance, she had to stay out of the wind and to keep warm. She also couldn't take any stimulating foods. Tiffany was touched. She carefully took notes.
The surgery was arranged for three hours later. Before that, Tiffany did all the necessary tests before waiting for her turn outside the designated surgery theater.
A nurse handed her a hospital gown and pointed at a changing room. "You can change in there." "Thank you." Tiffany took the hospital gown and headed to the changing room.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmSuddenly, she noticed a figure approaching her from the corner of her eye. Before she could process the situation, someone grabbed her arm and pulled her to them. She collided with a hard chest and looked up in surprise. "Mr. Lewis?" She had to be hallucinating. What was Vincent doing in the hospital? His gaze landed on the hospital gown she held. His expression was frosty as he asked, "What are you doing?" Tiffany was taken aback. Her arm hurt from his grip. She could sense he was mad.
The pain dragged her back to reality and made her realize she wasn't dreaming. Vincent really was at the hospital.
"I..."
Vincent didn't have the patience to listen to her explanation. He tugged the hospital gown out of her hands and threw it the hospitat Alex, who was behind him. Then, he pulled Tiffany into the elevator. Only when the doors slid shut did Tiffany return to her senses. "Where are you taking me, Mr. Lewis?" He looked at her. "To wake yourself up."
The elevator took them three or four floors down. Vincent dragged Tiffany out when the door any the doors opened. As soon as they were outside, they heard the sound of babies crying. Tiffany faltered. Were they at the nursery?
Vincent was strong. He practically dragged her along until they stopped at the nursery's entrance. Through the glass, they could see the bassinets inside. Babies lay in them-tiny and adorable. Tiffany's heart melted at the sight.
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