The Life Of A Billionaires Wife

Chapter 13 Abortion

The man was donning a black shirt with his sleeves rolled up to his forearms. With his hands tucked in the pockets of his slacks, he somehow appeared noble as if God had descended onto the mortal’s realms. Without even a hint of sympathy on his face, he strode toward Veronica. As he halted his steps, he raised his hand, to which Thomas, who was behind him, handed him the test results. Immediately, Matthew threw the results right onto Veronica’s face.

Whoosh! A stack of paper hit her face and flew in the air before landing on the bed sheets.

Annoyed, Veronica glared at Matthew and took a look at the test results, which obviously stated that she was positive with pregnancy.

“Haha.” For some reason, she felt a numbing sensation in her head as her eyes reddened. She had gone through so much trouble to get close to the truth behind her foster parents’ accident, only for the private investigator to end up getting heavily assaulted and the negligent driver escaping to anonymity. She was pregnant, but the child would soon be aborted. That’s just life, isn’t it? No matter how unfair it is, it’s just life, right?

“What are you laughing at?” Disaffected, Matthew scowled.

She then sniffled and concealed the agony she was going through before smilingly tossing the test results on the table. She then took a look at her watch. “It’s 1PM. Arrange the surgery now. That way, my night shift won’t get affected.”

Matthew squinted his eyes. He assumed Veronica would beg to keep the child, but her reaction was totally out of his expectation. However, the man hadn’t the slightest hesitation. “Thomas, notify the doctors to prepare the surgery.” Having said that, he turned around and exited the ward. He didn’t say a thing more, as if the hatred he had for her was flowing in his blood.

Shortly after, a nurse came in and transferred Veronica to the operating room. While Veronica was still stunned, she got up and walked into the operating room, where two gynecologists were present. Looking at the apparatuses and devices placed beside the operating table, she could already feel the incoming pain. Subconsciously, she touched her abdomen as she felt the reluctance in her heart. If the child wasn’t Matthew’s, she would have kept it for sure. Unfortunately, Matthew wouldn’t keep it.

“Well, get on!” the female doctor in a white coat and a mask icily commanded.

look outside the operating room, but Matthew was nowhere to be found. Isn’t he just so lovable? A lifeform had just come into existence within her,

that instant, her desire for power grew stronger. Only with power could she protect the one she loved, unlike now, where she

operating table, the doctor injected

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

the prepared ‘medicines’ when she wakes up. You know what

Matthew.” The doctors

an icy, deep glance at

clearly confused. “Young Master Matthew, since you’re keeping the

woman like her knows that I’m keeping the baby, she would only ask for more. So

to see whether she would keep her word and submit to the abortion after finding out

to have morning sickness. She’ll

of trial.” As Matthew was speaking, he stopped walking and turned to Thomas. “Inform the

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

grandmother explicitly disallowed him from laying a finger on her, an accidental

…

Veronica woke up. Still drowsy, she looked at the hanging pack of IV liquid and inquired the nurse beside her, “Is the surgery

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

be told, the “anti-inflammatory” was merely an excuse for her to visit the hospital regularly