Bumpkins Rich Handsome Husband

Chapter 13

couldn’t care less to ruin what could have been an actual human being. In that instant, her desire for power grew stronger. Only with power could she protect the one she loved, unlike now, where she was constantly oppressed by enemies without the capability to resist. As she lay on the operating table, the doctor injected her. Soon, she fell unconscious. At that moment, Matthew came to the outside of the operating room. Seeing his arrival, the doctors quickly went up to him. “She did not resist and has now fallen asleep, Young Master Matthew.” They implied that Veronica was willing to undergo the surgery. “Give her the prepared ‘medicines’ when she wakes up. You know what to do next.” When Matthew mentioned “medicines,” he merely meant anti-abortifacients. “Yes, Young Master Matthew.” The doctors nodded. Matthew then took an icy, deep glance at Veronica before turning around to leave. Behind him was Thomas, who was clearly confused. “Young Master Matthew, since you’re keeping the child, why don’t you want her to know about it?” “If such an insatiable woman like her knows that I’m keeping the baby, she would only ask for more. So instead, I decided to hide it from her.” Despite saying that, Matthew was only testing Veronica to see whether she would keep her word and submit to the abortion after finding out she was pregnant. Nevertheless, he was ultimately proven wrong. “But she’s bound to have morning sickness. She’ll eventually know.” “That’s why this will be a period of trial.” As Matthew was speaking, he stopped walking and turned to Thomas. “Inform the club to allow her to get off work at twelve.” “But she’s working part-time delivering takeouts every day. Won’t she continue doing that if she were to get off early?” Thomas reminded out of concern. After all, Veronica showed signs of miscarriage. Matthew subtly smirked. “Then that’s only going according to plan, no?” Since his grandmother explicitly disallowed him from laying a finger on her, an accidental miscarriage that was caused by herself wouldn’t affect him in the slightest. … Roughly half an hour later, Veronica woke up. Still drowsy, she looked at the hanging pack of IV liquid and inquired the nurse beside her, “Is the surgery over?” “The surgery is over, but you’ll need to return for a week for your anti-inflammatory. After one month, you need to return for another checkup.” The nurse explained with an earnest look before sternly advising, “You’ve gone

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