Seeing his daughter collapsed on the floor, Mr. Fay was terrified.

He rushed over in just a few strides, scooped her up, and bolted out of the office. "Call an ambulance!" he shouted. One of the nearby employees quickly dialed 911, and within minutes, an ambulance was at the building entrance.

Mr. Fay rode with his daughter to the hospital, anxiously pacing outside the emergency room, his worry mounting. She was his only child, his greatest treasure. If anything happened to her, he didn't know how he or his wife would cope. Just the thought alone was overwhelming.

Lost in his thoughts, he nearly jumped when the doctor approached. He grabbed the doctor's shoulders, his voice frantic, "Doctor, how's my daughter? What's wrong with her?"

The doctor glanced at Mr. Fay's grip, considering stepping back, but the desperation in his eyes was unmistakable.

the doctor replied, "Your daughter's fine, Mr. Fay. She just had low blood sugar. She's recently pregnant, so

widened

up his mind that someone as calculating as Eugene, willing to do whatever it took to get his way, was not a fit for Lydia. He couldn't allow

undergoing another termination would be heartbreaking and physically demanding. Raising the child alone was something their family could manage, but knowing Eugene, he wouldn't hesitate to fight for custody. With a heavy heart, Mr. Fay went to see his

look so worried. I'm starting to think I've got some terrible illness," Lydia joked from her hospital bed, her face

but didn't say anything,

are you? Am

he reassured her, sighing heavily. "But you are pregnant. So... what are we going to do

her father was pulling her leg. "Come on, Dad, if you're going to mess with me, at least pick a better story. My doctor told me I'm not very fertile and would need at

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