Chapter 81
The result was even more unbelievable than when she was first diagnosed withte-stage stomach
cancer.
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Izabe flipped through the medical report in her hand, and the only sound in the room was the
rustling of pages.
The doctor sitting in front of her was uploading data to theputer. Seeing her still staring at
herself, the doctor patiently asked, "Ms. Salotti, do you have any more questions?"
Izabe shook her head, "This can''t be true! How could I be pregnant?"
"Your progesterone levels are a bit low. Did you have any signs of a miscarriage recently?"
"I thought it was just my perioding."
The doctor frowned at her response and looked Izabe up and down. "You''re married, right?"
Izabe honestly replied, "For four years."
"And you can''t tell the difference between being pregnant and having your period after four years of
marriage?"
It''s not that she didn''t know, it''s just that she never even considered the possibility. Her periods were
always irregr, and in their four years of marriage, Brett never wanted her to get pregnant
because he thought she was dirty, so they''d always taken precautions.
Birth control.
At this thought, Izabe suddenly realized where the problem was. After being diagnosed with
stomach cancer, afraid of drug allergies, she stopped taking birth control pills, and Brett didn''t
bother with any precautions in the following encounters.
Izabe asked, "Doctor, how many weeks pregnant am I?"
"Five weeks," the doctor replied.
Izabe counted back, and it was the time after she was discharged from the hospital.
Izabe felt stunned, her head hung low and she said helplessly, "How can I be pregnant?"
The doctor found it amusing, hearing her ask the same question over and over again. "From a
biological perspective, you are indeed fertile, so there''s no question of why you got pregnant.
Besides, you''ve been married for four years, it''s about time you had a child."
Before, only her body was numb. Now even her brain felt numb. Izabe sat in her chair, dazed,
watching the doctor''s mouth move as she analyzed the situation.
In short, there''s no way she can escape being pregnant.
"Can I terminate the pregnancy?" Izabe asked.
The doctor assumed she was worried about a miscarriage, so she took a sip of water from her
thermos to soothe her throat. "Low progesterone can be nursed, and as long as you take care of
your health from now on, a miscarriage will be unlikely."
"I don''t want this baby."
There can be many reasons for not wanting a child, and it''s a private matter. The doctor didn''t want
to pry but still offered some advice. "Maybe you should discuss it with your husband. Your health
isn''t great, and I don''t rmend having an abortion." Abortions carry risks, and many women
struggle to conceive again due to weak uterine walls.
Discuss it with Brett? The bitterness spread in Izabe''s mouth at the thought. Brett didn''t even care
about her, let alone the child inside her.
If he knew she''d identally gotten pregnant, he probably wouldn''t even bother taking her to the
hospital. She’d have to take abortion pills instead, which would be even more dangerous.
Just thinking about Brett cursing her and the child inside her made her heart ache. She clenched
the medical report tightly and took a deep breath.
"Maybe you should talk to Dr. Feltonter?" The doctor knew Izabe had a unique rtionship with
Presley. Maybe Presley could convince her to keep the child.
"Knock, knock, knock..." Someone knocked on the door.
The doctor looked over, and Presley''s face appeared in the window. "Right on cue, here he is."
Presley slowly pushed the door open. "How''s the checkup?"
The doctor pointed at theputer. "Take a look for yourself in a bit." With Presley there, she was
no longer needed. She stood up, "A patient in Room 50 is looking for me. I''ll go check on them, and
you can take it from here."
Presley sat down next to theputer. "Go ahead, I''ll call you if anythinges up."
The doctor nodded relievedly and left the room.
Theputer screen was ck. When Presley sat down, he couldn''t see the results, but he could
tell by Izabe''s face that there was something difficult for her to say. Was her condition serious?
He opened theputer and looked at the information. Pregnant, five weeks.
"Izabe, you''re pregnant?" Presley was somewhat surprised and felt both sweet and bitter. The girl
he''d watched grow up was going to be a mother.
He snatched the report from Izabe''s hand and read it carefully. Apart from the low progesterone,
there were no other symptoms, and her overall condition was still positive.
"I''ll prescribe you some medicine to supplement your progesterer. Don''t worry." Presley
sighed, "Finally, I''m going to be an uncle."
"Presley, I can''t keep this baby."
Not that she doesn''t want to, but she can''t. Her current situation doesn''t allow her to have a child.
"Why not?"
"Presley, I have cancer. I don''t even know how long I''ll live. Maybe tomorrow I''ll be gone."
"Nonsense! You''re now taking a newly researched anticancer drug, and medical science is
advancing. You should think positively. Who knows, maybe there''ll be a cure for you tomorrow."
Discussions about Izabe''s illness always created a heavy atmosphere.
"I need to be realistic, Presley. I can''t give birth to this baby; the timing is wrong."
"Do you really just want to give up on him like that? I remember you used to love children. Please
keep him." Presley pleaded, gripping Izabe''s hand.
Her hand was cold and trembling. She clenched her fist, but it couldn''t stop from shaking. She
shook her head, her eyes red. "Do you want him to end up like me, with no one to care or love
them?"
If her body were healthy, she would do anything to keep the child, but it''s not.
What if she passes away as soon as the baby is born? What will happen to the child? Will Brett and
Kaley raise it?
If that''s the case, life would be unbearable for her child, she thought with a shiver.
Presley didn''t want Izabe to have too much pessimism. Now that she had a child, Presley hoped
it could give her the motivation to keep going.