Daddy! Mommy Is Pregnant Again

Chapter 463 Child Deformity

Amy and her model, Stephanie, were actually not in this prison, but were secretly transferred to a larger felony prison.

She had heard that that prison only locked vicious people, and how Amy and Stephanie could have been transferred to that kind of prison? RêAd lat𝙚St chapters at Novel(D)ra/ma.Org Only

But they were diverted, which clearly meant there was something wrong in there.

Back in the car, Linda's face was still pale, and it took a while before she made a sound, "Violet, you really suspect the result?"

Violet squeezed the steering wheel, "Maybe they took the blame for someone else, and the real prisoners sent them to that kind of prison in order to not want us to see Amy, lest Amy tell the truth."

"Oh my god, that's horrible." Linda couldn't resist rubbing her arms, "Violet, which two do you think the real murderers are, and they are so capable of moving Amy away."

Violet pursed her lips, and only after a few seconds did she reply, "I don't know, but this matter is definitely not finished, I just don't know if the organizer knows about this."

"If it's known, it means the organizers must be on the side of the real murderer." Linda said seriously.

Violet pinched her brow, "No matter what, don't ask the organizer about this matter, in case the organizer really hides it for the real culprit, if we ask, it will anger the organizer, and it's possible for the organizer to give us a hard time."

"So what do we do?" Linda's brow furrowed.

Violet tapped the steering wheel, "We'll check it out privately ourselves, and go find a detective agency later."

She thought the truth would be found out in three months.

Linda nodded, "That's the only way to go, so let's go to the hospital now."

Violet nodded.

They arrived in half an hour.

It wasn't the one Violet had gone to yesterday, but it was still one of the big hospitals over here.

Violet parked the car and went with Linda to the maternity department.

A nurse saw her name and a dark light flashed under her eyes, then made a gesture of invitation, "Lady, please follow me."

"Linda, I'm going in." Violet handed her bag to Linda.

Linda took it and then said, "Go ahead, I'll meet you here."

Violet smiled and followed the nurse to the delivery room.

A doctor was already waiting.

The nurse introduced, "Dr. Pitre, this is Miss Hunt."

Hearing the nurse's words, the doctor raised his eyes, "I see, you can get out."

The nurse turned to go out.

Dr. Pitre gestured for Violet to go lie down on the examination bed.

Violet obediently lay down and fished up the hem of her shirt to reveal her belly.

Dr. Pitre picked up the instrument and placed it on her belly and began to examine it.

Violet looked at the computer, showing the status of her pregnancy.

Because the baby in her belly was still little, not even growing arms and legs and a head.

But Violet looked at it with her heart melting.

That was her baby.

She didn’t know how long it took, but Dr. Pitre's examination was over.

Violet sat up, straightened her clothes, got out of bed and asked, "Doctor, how is my baby?"

She didn't ask if there was something wrong with her baby, she wanted to hear what the doctor had to say.

Dr. Pitre returned to his desk with a slight frown and a somewhat strained expression on his face.

When Violet saw this, her heart thumped, and she couldn't help but grip her hands.

It was not possible that there was really something wrong with her baby, right?

"Doctor?" Seeing that Dr. Pitre was slow to answer, Violet became a little anxious.

Dr. Pitre looked up at her and sighed, "Miss Hunt, I'm sorry to say that the child in your belly has a developmental deformity."

"What?" Violet froze for a few seconds before she spoke with a pale face, "Deformity? You mean, my child is not developing well?"

"It's very bad, the child in your belly will most likely not grow sound arms and legs, either that or complete organs, do you understand?" Dr. Pitre looked at Violet seriously.

Violet swayed and almost fell, but she still held onto the table in time to avoid that kind of consequence.

"Why?" Violet bit her lower lip and stared hard at Dr. Pitre as she asked, "I checked before, my baby was still fine and didn't show any problems, how come now ......"

"Anything is possible in the early stages of pregnancy, and it's common for many pregnant women to have a child in their bellies that develops normally in the first few months, but then suddenly becomes stillborn later on." Dr. Pitre interrupted her.

Violet's body was trembling, obviously she was unable to accept this fact.

Dr. Pitre sighed, "Miss Hunt, I know how hard you are feeling, but you really can't keep this baby in your belly, it's responsible to have this child, and you don't want to give birth to your child and let it suffer after being born, right?"

"......" Violet didn't say anything, both hands clutching her belly tightly, only feeling cold all over.

Why was it like that?

Why did her child have this problem?

Obviously she didn't mess with anything.

Violet's eyes grew red, and her heart hurt even more.

Dr. Pitre looked at her with slightly drooping eyelids, hiding the dark light in his eyes, and advised again, "Miss Hunt, you are just under two months pregnant now, it is the best time to remove this child,

if you wait until later months, it will not be good for your health. If you want, we can operate for you now. "

Violet stood up violently, "No ...... I will not ......"

"He's deformed." Dr. Pitre interrupted her again, his tone serious, "If you were to give birth, the child's organ and hand and foot deformities are only the least of the problems, in severe cases, there is also the possibility that this child could be born a vegetable or stillborn, do you understand?"

Vegetable, stillbirth ......

Violet's lips trembled and she could no longer say she wanted to keep this child.

Because in both cases, she couldn't take it.

Even the fact that the child's hands and feet and organs were not sound was not acceptable to her, not because she resented the child, but because she was afraid that the child would grow up to have low self-esteem and resent her.

More than anything, she was afraid that people would look at this child differently.

So she really couldn't keep it, but she couldn't have the abortion now.

For a while, Violet was at lost.

Dr. Pitre didn't continue to advise.

Because once he persuaded too aggressively, it would only arouse suspicion.

"I know you can't decide it now. You can go back and think about it." Dr. Pitre said to Violet with a gentle smile as he crossed his fingers on his desk.

Violet pulled the corner of her mouth and nodded her head, "Okay, thank you, doctor."

Dr. Pitre gave a smile.

Violet walked out of the examination room with her head down and met up with Linda outside.

A sense of foreboding rose in Linda's heart as she saw her come out with her head hanging down.

"Violet, why did you come out like that, shouldn't the baby in your belly really ......"

The latter words were left unsaid by Linda, but the meaning was clear enough.

Violet looked at her for a moment, crying, "Linda, what should I do?"

Linda looked at Violet so fragile and patted her back heartily, "It's okay, it's okay, I'm still here with you, don't be afraid."

Violet buried her head in Linda’s shoulder and cried sadly.