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scumbag ex-husband wants to remarry

A conspiracy made everyone believe that she had created a medical "miracle" and gave birth to a pair of twins, a daughter who was born from her husband, and a son who was born from an unknown father. Her husband constantly harassed and humiliated her, determined to find out who the father of the son was. The mistrust and accusations between the couple eventually led to a divorce. After uncovering the conspiracy, she finally found her biological son and only wanted to live a peaceful life with him, but her ex-husband continued to harass her every day.(Warning: Some parts are heartbreaking. Please prepare tissues.)

ArcticVoyager · Urban
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183 Chs

Natalie Mitchel in City A(2)

Wearing a white coat, Natalie Mitchel looked at "him" and spoke gently, "This is the obstetrics and gynecology department. Did you come to the wrong place?"

Jane shook her head seriously, looking embarrassed. Natalie Mitchel patiently looked at "him" and "he" finally mustered the courage to speak about his condition, "I am 30 years old this year, and I have been married to my wife for five years but we don't have children... We have had tests and found out that it is my wife's issue. My mother strongly urges me to divorce her, but I love her and can't bear to do so. I just wanted to ask the doctor for advice..."

"He" looked nervously at the closed door before continuing, "I wanted to ask if you have any abandoned babies or unwanted babies here that I could adopt."

Her throat was hoarse, and she didn't need to disguise her voice. Her voice sounded like a man's, and combined with her pale complexion, she looked like a person in an unhappy marriage.

Natalie Mitchel's expression turned sour, and she looked at "him" seriously, "I understand your difficulty with your wife's infertility, but hospitals are places for saving lives. If you want to adopt a child, you should go to a welfare institution."

"He" shook his head, "I have already asked someone about it. Most of the children in the welfare institution have disabilities, but it's different in the hospital..."

"He" hesitated, seeming to know a lot of inside information.

Natalie Mitchel's face became even worse. She stood up and pushed "him" out, "I can't solve your problem. You should leave now. I have other patients to see."

"He" stood up with a disappointed look on his face. His low and hoarse voice was filled with expectation, "Dr. Mitchel, I heard that you have had this kind of experience. Can't you help me think of a solution?"

Natalie Mitchel had already put her hand on the doorknob but suddenly turned around, trembling as she stared at the exceptionally handsome and fair-skinned young man in front of her. Judging from his temperament, he must have been born into a wealthy family.

"What are you talking about? Go away." She was almost angry and tried to drive "him" away.

"He" looked at Natalie Mitchel. The more she reacted, the more it showed that she had something to hide.

"Dr. Mitchel, I really love my wife. This is such a big tertiary hospital, don't you have any twins in there? My parents are bosses of a big company, and I have my own business. Money is not a problem, I just worry about not finding an heir..."

Natalie Mitchel's eyes flickered with panic, but she was already of a certain age and tried her best to hide her emotions. She then frowned and opened the door to let "him" out, and let the next patient in.

Jane had to leave the office, but "he" stubbornly sat on the plastic chair behind, staring eagerly at Natalie Mitchel's office.

There were quite a few people who came to see Natalie Mitchel, and according to the evaluations, they all praised her high level of expertise. Among them, two groups even brought fruit baskets to thank her. One was because Natalie Mitchel helped them deliver a baby, saving both the mother and child's lives, and the other was apparently because she cured the woman's infertility, allowing the patient to finally conceive.

Throughout the afternoon, "he" coldly watched Natalie Mitchel warmly receive patients, until it was time to go home.

Natalie Mitchel walked out of the office and saw "him" still there, looking like she had seen a ghost. She hurriedly walked away, but "he" quickly caught up, "Dr. Mitchel, please help me. I have a terminal illness and I want to have a child of my own before I die."

As soon as "he" finished speaking, she suddenly erupted into a cough she had been suppressing for a long time. She bent down coughing and the tissue she used to wipe her mouth was covered in blood, which was shocking to see.

Natalie Mitchel was taken aback at first, but after a moment, she turned around and left, not wanting to get involved.

"Dr. Mitchel, please give me back my son!" "He" suddenly yelled at her.

Natalie Mitchel staggered and almost fell.