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Chapter 13

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 through an abortion, so do remember to stay on bed for three days, and no heavy work for two weeks. Smoking and consuming alcohol is strictly forbidden or you’ll have a puerperal fever, which may take away your capability to get pregnant again for the rest of your life.” Truth be told, the “anti-inflammatory” was merely an excuse for her to visit the hospital regularly to take in some anti-abortifacient. “It’s that serious, huh. Okay, then. I’ll be careful.” Veronica nodded. If she were to get barren at such a young age, surely no men would want her in the future. After calming herself down, she put her hand on her stomach as grief surged in her heart. It was her first child, and it was gone just like that. After having taken her IV liquid, Veronica got up to stretch her limbs and was surprised by how relaxed her body was. It was as if she didn’t undergo the surgery at all. “Nurse,

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