Every year, the results were always the same, and she no longer wanted to face the pity in Doctor Wu’s eyes.
Chuxia walked out of the hospital and immediately called Old Chen. He arrived quickly, and within five minutes, the car stopped in front of her. She opened the door, got in, and the car started, heading towards the old mansion.
Chuxia looked at the report in her hand, fell silent for a moment, and slowly opened it. As she had expected, all health indicators were normal, but the final result read: infertile.
Chuxia looked at it, and even though she knew what to expect, her eyes still flickered with a trace of emotion, her fingers trembling slightly as she clutched the report.
Old Chen, driving, glanced inadvertently in the rearview mirror and saw Chuxia staring blankly at the report, her face devoid of joy, her delicate features slightly dimmed.
Having worked for the Shi Family for a long time, he was well aware of the heavy burden Chuxia bore. Over the years, Mrs. Shi had become increasingly anxious about having grandchildren, and Chuxia’s pressure was surely getting greater each year. The fact that she couldn’t conceive only added to her worries.
Old Chen thought for a moment and then spoke to comfort her, "Young Madam, it’s alright, you didn’t conceive this time, but you can try again. You and the young master are still so young; you’ll certainly have children. Don’t be too stressed about it."
Actually, Chuxia wasn’t distressed about not being able to conceive; she had known for a while that it was currently impossible for her. So the result of the report only brought a slight sadness. What really troubled her now was that she no longer wanted to have this child, not wanting to selfishly use a child to secure her position as Young Madam. Yet, she couldn’t afford to lose that title either. What should she do?
Old Chen’s words slightly interrupted her thoughts, and Chuxia lifted her eyes to glance at him, noticing the concern in his eyes; suddenly, she found herself somewhat humorous.
Even the family’s staff knew Mrs. Shi’s intentions and anxieties. How could she naïvely think she could keep her position as Young Madam without a child?
Once she revealed this thought to Mrs. Shi, she guessed that the next second, Mrs. Shi would likely ask her and Shi Che for a divorce.
Chuxia’s lips curled in a smile, yet she could barely muster any expression.
Old Chen, seeing Chuxia , knew she was suffering internally and didn’t know what else to say, so he just quietly continued to drive.
As the car entered the old mansion, they could see from a distance the butler standing at the doorway, occasionally craning his neck towards the gate.
Chuxia’s heart tightened. Mrs. Shi had not inquired about her progress for a long time, and she had thought that perhaps some of the pressure had eased. But now, it seemed she had thought too much.