âOkay, then. That settles it!â He turned to the doctors and nurses nearby, telling them, âThatâs it for the operation today. You donât have to stay here anymore.â
Hearing this, the doctors and nurses quickly left the operating room.
Kyla looked blankly at Martin Weiss, unable to react for a moment. âWhat do you mean?â
âAs you said, I have no right to decide whether to make decisions for your body or terminate your pregnancy. I thought I was the one who cared about you and loved you the most. But in fact⦠Iâm the one who hurt you the most, arenât I? Iâm sorry I hurt you again,â muttered Martin Weiss.
He smiled bitterly, staggered back a few steps, and gazed at her. âKyla, I donât want you to hate me, nor do I want you to never fall in love with me again⦠I hope you will⦠forgive me, though I know how much youâll⦠probably hate me after todayâ¦â
With that said, he turned around and left the operating room. His tall and straight figure now looked much older.
Moments later, Martin Weissâs subordinate entered the operating room. âMiss Corbyn, Mr. Weiss told me to take you home.â
Kyla froze. After a few moments, she followed them out of the operating room and into the car.
In the car, Kyla looked at the red marks on her wrists. She got them from struggling when she was forced to lie on the operating table.
What happened today was just too much for her that it put her in a trance.
From her being forced to lie on the operating table to Martin Weiss changing his mind and letting her leave afterward, it had been a roller coaster. She was still reeling from it.
The car drove to the storeâs entrance, and Kyla got off the car. Mrs. Corbyn had been looking at the storeâs entrance for a long time. As soon as she saw her daughter get off the car, she hurried forward and asked, âWhat took you so long? How was the consultation?â
Mrs. Corbyn said as she looked at the car again. Seeing that the driver was not Martin Weiss, she asked, âWhatâs the matter? Didnât Martin Weiss pick you up this morning? How come he didnât drive you home?â
âSomething came up, so he left earlier,â said Kyla. She did not want to tell her mother that her baby was almost aborted. âMom, why donât we go inside and talk?â
The two walked into the store, and Kyla said, âThe consultation results came back as expected. The babyâs not affecting my health so far. Itâll only affect me seven months later. But if I deliver the baby through C-section when theyâre seven months old, theyâll have a chance of survival. Iâll try to keep the baby in my belly as long as possible. The baby will have a better chance of survival if they develop well.â
She tried to downplay the results of the consultation.
âHow much will that affect your health? If itâs too muchâ¦â Mrs. Corbyn said worriedly.
âIf it does, the doctor will operate a C-section on me and take the baby out. Mom, donât worry. Thereâs nothing to worry about now that medical technology is so advanced!â said Kyla.
Mrs. Corbyn was a little relieved to hear her daughter say this.
On the other hand, Martin Weiss returned to the car but did not drive. He just leaned on the back of the chair in exhaustion.
He suddenly smiled bitterly. âWhat have I done? Everything I did today only pushed Kyla further away from me. In the end, I shouldnât have tried to make her have an abortion against her wishes.â