Chapter 4: Not Pregnant_1
The man had already put on his clothes, and with a king-like, disdainful glance, he looked at Yvonne Young, "Yoel Young should have found more men to teach you about this sort of technique years ago. Even after all these years, you still can't please a man, and you dare to sell your daughter."
As he spoke of Yoel Young, his body emitted a murderous aura, and his face appeared dark and frightening.
Even with her father gone, the hatred in his heart remained, and he wished to exterminate her entire family.
Yvonne Young had grown numb to this sort of humiliation, avoiding Spencer Sullivan's gaze and said indifferently: "Don't worry, I won't disturb your life."
She then got up, carelessly putting on her clothes, not even sparing the man in front of her another glance.
It seemed as if, by saying she wouldn't disturb his life, she indeed wouldn't. She didn't argue or get anxious when scorned or humiliated. Spencer Sullivan never saw Yvonne Young as quiet and indifferent as she appeared now.
She used to be arrogant, unyielding, and wild – mostly impulsive.
Spencer Sullivan even wondered whether this woman just looked similar to Yvonne Young, and wasn't actually Yvonne Young.
"I'm a little tired. Mr. Sullivan, please do as you please," said Yvonne Young.
With her back to Spencer Sullivan, she called out before using her last ounce of strength to climb the stairs. She leaned against the wall and entered her room, sweat beads rolling down her forehead. She tightly hugged her arms but failed to overcome the pain.
Her gaze fell on the cigarette box on the bedside table, but as she stretched her hand to get one, she resisted the urge and put it down.
She didn't know how she fell into a restless sleep, and when she woke up, it was already nighttime. She had no memory of the blanket covering her body.
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Seven days later, at Serenity Hospital.
Dr. Burns' words, "There are no signs of pregnancy," made the hope in Yvonne Young's eyes vanish instantly. The doctor sighed with pity, "Don't put too much pressure on yourself. The greater the stress, the more difficult it becomes to conceive. You can come back for another check in a few days."
After saying that, he patted Yvonne Young on the shoulder.
Yvonne Young's eyes stung, and she sniffed while nodding to Dr. Burns, "Thank you, doctor."
She walked out of Dr. Burns' office with her test results, feeling defeated.
Zachary Turner arrived just in time, seeing Yvonne Young's expression and understanding the result. He slowed down, "Yvonne."
Yvonne Young couldn't bear it any longer and, on the verge of breaking down, hugged Zachary Turner helplessly, "Why?"
Why wasn't she pregnant? It was such a rare opportunity for her, and she wondered how she could get close to Spencer Sullivan again.
Zachary Turner lowered his head to look at Yvonne Young, smoothed her somewhat messy hair, and whispered comfortingly, "There will be another chance."
At the door of another consulting room, a pregnant woman walked out chattering nonstop to the man beside her.
The man remained silent, his brows furrowed in impatience, when he suddenly stopped.
The woman followed his gaze, curiously asking, "Spencer, what are you looking at?"
She saw a man and a woman embracing at the door of the consulting room opposite, "Isn't that Zachary Turner?"
With her head buried in the man's chest, she couldn't recognize the woman, "I haven't heard of him dating anyone. Who is the woman he's holding?"
Spencer Sullivan's face turned ashen, his fist clenched, and veins bulging on the back of his hand. Sophia Sullivan turned back and was startled.
Her curiosity about the woman in Zachary Turner's arms increased. As she turned around to investigate, Spencer Sullivan suddenly grabbed her arm, dragging her away.
(Dear readers, I published a new book today. What book is it? My first love letter to you all in 2021...)