Chapter 440
Spencer’s fingertips grazed her cheek, leaning in to steal a kiss, but the thought of another. man’s child
growing in her belly stopped the kiss dead in its tracks. He pulled back, buckled Brielle into the seat,
and drove to the clinic where he was meeting Alivia.
Alivia was already there, pacing.
The clinic’s floors shone like mirrors, and although the fa?ade was unimpressive, the interior was
another story. High–tech machines dotted the space, with doctors in white gloves poring over medical
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Alivia was unusually jittery and even suspected Spencer of deceiving her–how could he have drugged
Brielle so easily?
When she saw Spencer’s car pull up, a cold smile spread across her face.
Spencer carried Brielle in, handing her over to two doctors. During the transfer, Brielle was
she groggy, blind to her surroundings, and deaf to the conversations around her. She felt as were
trapped in a dark, silent box, a terrifying space where her struggles were futile.
She was so tired, wanting nothing more than to sleep forever.
Alivia, seeing Brielle’s face, could hardly wait to see her dead, preferably right there on the operating
table. But if Brielle died now, she’d remain a saint in Max’s memory.
The living could neverpete with the dead.
She looked at Spencer, hesitant. “Spencer, are you sure about this? If Max finds outter and starts
digging…”
“I’m sure. Just have the doctors run a check first.” His gaze lingered on Brielle’s face for a moment
before he left her with the doctors.
Alivia seemed to want to say more, but Spencer was resolute. “Ms. Alivia, my mind is made up.
Whatever the consequences, I’m ready to face them.”
In the corner of his eye, Alivia’s lips curled in a slow smirk–good, let him bear the brunt of Max’s wrath.
Spencer was either too young or too ignorant of Max’s fury, which could be hellish.
The doctors, having taken charge of Brielle, noticed her pallor and ran some tests with their gadgets.
They exchanged a look.
“Ms. Alivia, Mr. Dorsey, what procedure do you wish us to perform on thisdy?”
“Terminate the pregnancy,” Spencer said without hesitation.
The doctors‘ confusion deepened. “Mr. Dorsey, our blood tests show that she’s not pregnant. She’s
experiencing a hormonal imbnce.”
“What? That’s impossible!” Spencer’s voice spiked. “The pregnancy test showed two lines!”
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Pregnancy tests are generally reliable, with over 90% uracy, but that’s assuming stable hormonal
conditions. If a person’s hormone levels are erratic, the results can be misleading. This woman has
been in poor health, likely from a childhood Injury, which makes natural conception unlikely. If she
wishes to conceive, she’ll need to address her health first.”
So Brielle wasn’t pregnant after all?
Spencer didn’t know whether to feel relieved or lost. Relleved that she wouldn’t suffer an abortion, but
lost because if she wasn’t pregnant, what could he use to drive a wedge between him and Max?
Alvia was just as stunned by the revtion. Hearing that Brielle’s chances of conceiving were slim, she
felt as if the heavens were alding her. This woman might struggle to carry a child. If she somehow
managed to marry into the Dorsey family, Max would surely reject her.
After all, lineage was paramount in such families.
Now, all Alivia needed to do was capture Max’s heart. Brielle was doomed to be discarded.
As much as Alivia wanted Brielle to never leave this room, it wasn’t realistic. She had no idea how
Spencer had managed to bring Brielle here without leaving a trace. If there were any slip–ups, Max
would easily trace it back. Alivia wasn’t about to risk everything for a moment of satisfaction.
“Mr. Dorsey, this woman is suffering. Her appendix is inmed, which can be life–threatening. We need
to perform an appendectomy immediately.”
Spencer was overwhelmed and at a loss for what to do.
But Alivia’s eyes sparkled with malice, her lips curving into a smile. “When she wakes up, just tell her
the pregnancy was terminated.