Her Biliionaire Husband

Chapter 13

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, why don’t I feel a thing at all, after the surgery?” Hearing that, the nurse deliberately avoided eye contact and responded with an awkward smile. “Surgical abortions are minor operations. Although you don’t feel any pain or itch, you should still get enough rest.” Finished, she handed Veronica a bag of medicines. “These are all you have to take. Instructions are written on them.” “Alright. Thank you.” After returning to her rented apartment, Veronica applied for a three-day leave from the club, to which the manager readily approved, and she couldn’t help but feel grateful. “That was easy. What a nice manager.” Back then, she applied for a three-day leave to stay at the Kings Residence, and it was easily approved. Now, she requested for another three-day leave, and her manager quickly granted it without any question. During her three-days rest at home, she would consistently send food to her foster mother in the hospital every day. She would even take her out for a walk to feel the sunkiss and give her unconscious foster father a massage. Other than that, she visited the hospital to take her “anti-inflammatory.” The rest of the time was spent resting at home, and she wouldn’t even dare to deliver takeouts.