Ann Vaughn bitterly smiled as she got up to wash and pack her things before heading downstairs.
It was only when she was packing her luggage last night that she realized how few things she truly had in this room; what remained was not hers.
Ann Vaughn sat in the car, and just as it started to drive out of the gate, she saw Cyrus Hawthorne returning from his morning jog in his black sportswear. His deep, chiseled face glistened with sweat, making him look even more attractive and alluring.
She quietly watched him pass by and softly said, "Cyrus Hawthorne, let’s get a divorce. The divorce agreement you prepared six months ago, I can sign it."
On their wedding night, she had discovered that agreement but chose not to expose it and create an ugly scene.
Now that there’s a child, she must seriously consider how to proceed with her future.
He doesn’t love her, and he even wanted to take her heart to fulfill Cynthia’s wish. She cannot use herself to fulfill their love story.
The car wasn’t moving fast. After Ann Vaughn said those words, when Cyrus Hawthorne turned to look again, he could only see the black tail of the vehicle.
Recalling what Ann Vaughn just said, Cyrus Hawthorne furrowed his brows, then a taunting smile curved his lips.
Does she think she still holds the power over the divorce?
Ann Vaughn placed her belongings in The Water Terrace, then took a car to the nearest hospital for a thorough examination.
While waiting for the notification, Ann Vaughn received several phone calls, all from people who found her through the little clinic’s advertisement and wanted her help.
Ann Vaughn knew it was because she had deliberately mentioned "Vaughn Clinic" at The Water Terrace, so she wasn’t surprised and just informed them of the opening time, asking them to wait a bit.
Half an hour later, the examination results came out.
"Miss Vaughn, do you intend to keep this child or not?" The bespectacled female doctor frowned at the report in her hand and asked.
"Of course, I intend to keep it." Ann Vaughn nervously clenched her fingers, her voice firm.
The female doctor glanced at her and continued, "Then you must stop taking contraceptives. Your body is severely damaged, and the fetus’s condition is very unstable. If you don’t take care, it may lead to a miscarriage."
Ann Vaughn was momentarily stunned, as if she hadn’t understood the doctor, "Doctor, what are you saying? What... contraceptives? I’ve never taken any."
She believed contraceptive injections wouldn’t harm the body; otherwise, she wouldn’t use them. ʀᴇᴀᴅ ʟᴀᴛᴇsᴛ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀᴛ No(ᴠ)ᴇlFire.nᴇt
As for contraceptive pills, it’s even more impossible; she had never taken them.
"The tests on your body revealed an excessive amount of contraceptive substances, roughly for about six months now. If this continues, it may lead to infertility. How could you not know?" The female doctor shook her head, "Young people nowadays, they’ll take any medicines without concern."
Outside, it was bright and sunny, a rare fine day.
Yet Ann Vaughn felt as though she were in an icehouse, shivering with cold to the extreme.
She had always been healthy, able to recover quickly from illnesses without medication, making it impossible for her to accidentally ingest contraceptives.
Unless someone had sneaked the drugs into the food she had unknowingly consumed, she wouldn’t have been aware.
Ann Vaughn didn’t know how she listened to the doctor’s advice or how she left with the medicine, her entire being felt wrapped tightly within a cocoon, suffocating her.
Who could possibly want to harm her this way?
Burdened with heavy thoughts, Ann Vaughn didn’t notice that as she left the gynecology department, she happened to run into Cynthia Vaughn, who had followed her into the hospital after she left, spinning her wheelchair into the same examination room.
"Doctor, I’m the sister of the patient just now. My sister has always been strong. She wouldn’t share troubles with the family, causing us great worry. Could you tell me what illness she has?"