The Runaway Groom

The Runaway Groom Chapter 859

Irene headed to the gynecologist’s clinic and went through several tests before heading to the waiting area for her results.

It was after over an hour when she was given her medical slips, and she took them to the doctor.

After screening through them, the doctor looked up at her and said, “The tests showed that you had a biochemical pregnancy… But what made you suspect it? Most patients wouldn’t even feel it.”

Irene breathed a deep sigh—her hunch was right.

Even if her period was punctual, she was bleeding more than usual and there were chunks.

Though her speciality was cardiovascular diseases and not gynecology, she more or less had the basics and definitely knew more than the average woman.

As Irene stayed silent, the doctor simply presumed that it was just a shot in the dark and patiently explained, “They’ve named biochemical pregnancy after the development of HCG tests, and in such cases, you won’t notice any signs of pregnancy, or it was such a short pregnancy it doesn’t interrupt your menstruation. However, the embryo would in turn quickly die of natural courses—it’s both atypical and a natural variant of miscarriage. Under normal circumstances, no one would go through HCG tests or pay it attention, and they’d just presume it’s an odd session of menstruation where they bleed more and for longer than usual. You should come again in a few days. After you bleed everything out, future pregnancies won’t be affected, but…”

Holding her gaze just then, the doctor finished, “The scans suggest that your uterus lining is too thin for pregnancy.”

Irene certainly knew that herself. “Yeah, I know.”

head and wrote something. “I’ll give you a prescription for a diuretic

Irene nodded, the doctor reminded her, “But it’s no different from a typical miscarriage. You need to

“Yeah,” Irene murmured softly.

clinic, she headed downstairs for her medicine, touching

out, as if she was having

think it was one if she was not

she left and headed

Harris saw her and asked, “Are you

her head, she glanced pointedly at the bag of medicine she was carrying. “What are those,

lowered her gaze, her eyes widening

my period, but my hip was hurting too. So I

“I’ll make you

“Okay.”

go upstairs

…

even as she lay under the