Chapter 1069


    Amelia’s gaze lingered on her still-t belly, deep in thought. “When the child turns one year old,


    that’s when I should get a divorce,” she whispered to herself.


    Amelia’s ns had been clear. When she had obtained the birth permit, she and Warren would part


    ways, and their lives would no longer be intertwined.


    Yet, fate had different designs. On the day of her prenatal test, Warren stood outside the concession


    stand of themunity hospital.


    “Why are you here?” She stared at him. Her eyes were wide with surprise.


    “Aren’t you going for a prenatal test?” Warren said. “I’ll apany you for all your future


    checkups!”


    A shiver ran down her spine. If he continued to insist on joining her for every checkup, he would


    be a frequent presence, perhaps even more so than she desired.


    “That’s not necessary. I could go for checkups on my own,” she hurriedly replied.


    “It’s not just for your sake, but also for the sake of our child,” Warren pressed on. “During your


    pregnancy with Aiden, I wasn’t there for you, and you endured so much hardship. I don’t want


    history to repeat itself. Let me at least take on my responsibilities as a father.”


    Amelia fell silent.


    Warren continued to exin, “Besides, unforeseen situations can arise during pregnancy. It’s safer


    to have someone with you for checkups. Do you n to navigate hospital staircases with a big belly


    when the timees?”


    Just then, Amelia’s mother Matilda, who had been inside the concession stand, chimed in, “Amelia,


    perhaps you should let him apany you to the checkups. It will ease my mind, and having


    someone by your side in case of emergencies seems like a prudent decision.”


    Amelia bit her lips slightly before she reluctantly conceded.


    Warren drove Amelia to themunity hospital.


    Ordinarily, prenatal tests urred at themunity hospital before the


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    24-week mark of pregnancy.


    However, after Amelia’s consulting doctor at themunity hospital delved into her medical history


    in detail, their expression turned solemn.


    “Given your liver transnt five years ago, and the rtively recent recovery period, the routine


    checkups at thismunity hospital might not be the best course for you. I suggest forwarding your


    medical records to a maternity hospital providing tertiary-level care, where the specialist doctors can


    conduct a moreprehensive evaluation,” the doctor suggested.


    When she heard that, Amelia’s face drained of color.


    Even with the passage of five years since her liver transnt and her current stable condition, she


    did not anticipate it to pose a risk to her childbirth.


    “I understand. Thank you,” Amelia said.


    “It’s wiser to visit Women’s Health Hospital. They have a team of experienced specialists,” offered


    themunity doctor.


    Strico Women’s Health Hospital was renowned for its obstetrics and gynecology department.


    Amelia nodded and exited the examination room.


    Warren awaited her outside, and curiosity got the best of him. “Why did you finish so quickly?


    Checkups usually take longer, don’t they?”


    “I need to consult a specialist at Women’s Health Hospital,” Amelia said.


    Warren’s brows furrowed in response. “Women’s Health Hospital?” The necessity to seek treatment


    at a higher-tier facility hinted atplications the ordinarymunity hospital couldn’t contend


    with. “Is there an issue with your body?”


    “Because I had a liver transnt in the past, the prenatal examination here is not quite suitable for


    me,” Amelia exined while she took out \her phone. When she logged into the registration system


    of the hospital


    in the city, she discovered that all slots with the specialists in obstetrics of Women’s Health Hospital


    were fully booked. Not a single opening was avable, even for the uing week.


    She could not secure an appointment even for that week. It seemed she would have to wait for the


    next round of slot releases in the following


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    week to secure herself an appointment.


    She wore a troubled expression and contemted her options. Her best course of action, it


    seemed, was to contact Rosalie and see if she could help secure an appointment with a specialist


    in Women’s Health Hospital.


    Just as she was about to dial Rosalie’s number, Warren’s voice sounded in her ear.


    “It’s me, Warren. I’d like to schedule an appointment with a specialist in obstetrics at Women’s


    Health Hospital, preferably for today, in the morning.”


    Amelia lifted her gaze and spotted Warren speaking to someone on the phone.


    After that brief exchange on the phone, Warren ended the call and turned to Amelia, “Let’s head to


    Women’s Health Hospital. Once we’re there, you can see the specialist directly.”


    Amelia was taken aback. “You managed to secure an appointment?”


    “Yeah, I had someone make the arrangements,” he replied.


    Upon their arrival at Women’s Health Hospital, they encountered a young man who warmly


    weed Warren, saying, “Mr. York, please follow me.”


    The young man led the way and guided Warren and Amelia. As they reached the door of the


    consulting room, Amelia realized this was not just an ordinary specialist clinic; it was the VIP


    pathway for specialist consultations.


    After a short wait at the resting area, a nurse approached Amelia and led her into the consulting


    room. Warren followed her inside.


    Shannon Howard, the attending specialist, was a seasoned woman in her forties. Her namete


    adorned the desk and carried a reputable weight, having garnered fame throughout Strico for her


    expertise in obstetrics. Even Amelia had heard of her after pregnancy.


    Shannon then carefully reviewed Amelia’s extensive medical records. Her demeanor turned serious


    as she pored over the documents.


    Next, she examined the logs of prenatal tests and asked, “Are you presently on any medications?”


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    “I used to take painkillers post my liver transnt due tofort. It was sporadic over five years.


    However, I discontinued them before I got pregnant and haven’t taken any since I discovered the


    pregnancy,” Amelia revealed.


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    “You had a liver transnt five years ago, and you haven’t had a rpse. It should be safe now.


    Although no issues have surfaced thus far, as your pregnancy progresses, the strain on your liver


    may intensify.


    Furthermore, a transnted liver is more delicate than a native one. It might falter under the added


    stress,” Shannon cautioned.


    After all, given the present medical outlook, this pregnancy came with significant risks.


    Warren’s worry deepened as he asked, “What if it can’t handle the strain?”


    Shannon rified, “The potential consequences could include abnormalities in your liver. In such an


    event, not only the baby’s safety would be jeopardized, but your own as well.” Her eyes shifted to


    Amelia’s age, which revealed she was 35 years old. “If you have children already, I strongly advise


    considering the possibility of terminating the pregnancy.”


    Amelia’s heart plummeted as the weight of the suggestion bore down heavily.


    “Terminating… the pregnancy?” she eximed inwardly in horror.


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