Scars Of A Broken Bond

“Alright.” Sabrina nodded as the police departed.

A doctor arrived shortly to examine Sabrina. As the policewoman had indicated, Sabrina made it a point to check on her unborn baby’s health with the doctor.

The doctor assured Sabrina that the medication wouldn’t affect her child, putting her at ease.

She then requested the doctor, “My housekeeper will handle all my paperwork Later. She’s on good terms with my ex-husband, so I’d appreciate it if you could withhold my medical record from her and not inform her about my pregnancy. Thank you.”

“But why wouldn’t you want your ex-husband to know about your pregnancy?”

“He’s about to remarry,” Sabrina explained, prompting sympathy from the doctor.

The beautiful, youthful woman before him was pregnant with a one-month-old baby, yet her ex-husband was set to marry again. It was clear he had been unfaithful.

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doctor agreed to Sabrina’s request and

ward, Sabrina had nothing much to

room with two other patients, overhearing

benign brain tumor operation, soon to be discharged. Her family seemed calm

was an elderly lady recovering from

grudgingly to tend to her, grumbling, “The medical bills have become a drain on our finances lately. No matter how much Gordon brings

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silhouette hovered in

squinting at it for what felt like an eternity. Eventually, she discerned it was a