Chapter 727

Karen wasn't planning on keeping what?

The answer seemed to be screaming in Jeffrey’s face.

Thinking back, he and Karen had taken no precautions whatsoever. Hell, he even lingered

intentionally after their tryst, hoping to increase the odds of pregnancy, despite Karen's evident

frustration before she rushed off to shower.

It would make perfect sense if she was pregnant!

But if Karen meant what she implied, that she wasn't planning on keeping it...

Karen was planning to get an abortion!

This realization hit Jeffrey like a splash of cold water, sobering him up instantly.

He grabbed his car keys, intent on confronting Karen for clarity. But as he stepped outside, it

dawned on him—he had no clue where she was. Should he just show up at her place?

He tried calling Karen, but her phone was off.

He feared he'd been blocked. Desperate, Jeffrey flagged down a passerby to try calling her from a

different number, but again, it went straight to voicemail.

It seemed she'd likely changed her number altogether.

Jeffrey clutched his chest, feeling a sting as if something had viciously stung him, his complexion

turning ashen.

Suddenly, he remembered that Karen had been at the City Hospital the last time they agreed to

meet. He had assumed she was visiting Kenneth and hadn't given it much thought.

But thinking it over, Karen had been resolute about breaking up that day, yet after her hospital visit,

she'd said she had something to tell him.

Without hesitation, Jeffrey hopped into his car, heading for the City Hospital.

As he turned the engine on, the alcohol he'd consumed earlier crossed his mind. Fearing an

accident, he promptly called his secretary to come and drive him.

It wasn't fear of the accident itself that bothered him; it was the possibility of being unconscious for

days and waking up when it might be too late.

Upon arriving at the hospital with his secretary, Jeffrey went straight to the maternity ward.

"I need to see Karen's medical records!" he demanded.

The doctor didn't recognize him and was puzzled by the handsome, yet seemingly confused, man

before him.

"Sorry, sir, that's confidential. We can't disclose patient information," the doctor informed him.

"Damn," Jeffrey cursed under his breath, frustrated by his own impulsiveness.

He stepped aside to make a quick call, and in moments, the doctor's phone buzzed in his pocket.

After a brief conversation, the doctor's attitude toward Jeffrey changed dramatically.

"Sir, you're Mrs. Karen's husband, correct?"

"Uh... yes, that's right!"

"You should've said so earlier! Follow me, please; I'll look it up for you."

Jeffrey glanced at his secretary, whose face registered shock, and ordered in a stern voice, "Wait

here for me."

"Of course, Mr. Turner."

He strode after the doctor into the office.

"Which 'Karen'? With what spelling?"

"Karen Miller, K-A-R-E-N M-I-L-L-E-R."

"Ah, let me check." The doctor typed into the computer, then leaned in to read the screen.

Impatient, Jeffrey peered over the doctor's shoulder.

Luckily, they spot her file quickly among the others.

"Ms. Karen did have a check-up in our maternity ward."

Jeffrey's heart, which had felt like it had stopped, suddenly seemed to come back to life, thumping

vigorously once more.

"I had a quick look," the doctor began slowly, "She is indeed pregnant, but it's very early, not visible

on the ultrasound yet. However, it was confirmed through blood tests."

"And the baby, is it healthy?" Jeffrey asked urgently.

"At this stage, it's too early to see much, but there don't seem to be any issues."

"That's good. That's good."

"But..."

The doctor hesitated, frowning slightly, "She didn’t seem so happy about the baby. She didn’t

schedule any further check-ups, and I heard her murmuring about getting rid of the baby."