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At the hospital, the doctor did not even have time to scold Nick before preparing to give me an injection to prevent miscarriage. I stopped the doctor and stared at Nick to show him my resolve.

“What are you waiting for? I told you not to get too emotionall Do you not want the baby anymore? If you didn’t want it, why did you get all those shots before?

“Are you the father? Your wife’s health is so poor, yet you let her get pregnant and then neglect her. She always comes alone, quietly gets her shots, and leaves,

“Even I, a doctor who’s seen it all, find it heartbreaking You never show up, but she takes good care of the baby. Now you come, and you’ve upset her to the point of threatened miscarriage!

“Ugh, you’re infuriating!” The doctor shook his head. I’ll give you five minutes to talk, then I must come back to administer the injection!”

Nick flipped through my medical records, his face terrifyingly grim. From the moment I knew I was

I pregnant, I chose the path of pregnancy preservation to avoid another tragedy.

Albumin, protein, HCG, progesterone, enoxaparin, fat supplement, cyclosporine, aspirin, hormone supplement–I took everything offered to keep the pregnancy. From one shot a day to three shots every two days, to two shots a day, I was constantly on edge.

Afraid of another tragedy, yet excited for the baby’s arrival, my heart was in turmoil.

Nick remained silent, the small room filled only with the sound of turning pages. “Why… why is it like this?

“It’s not necessarily your body. It must be this hospital! I’ll call Mr. Gardner right away to find specialists for a consultation. How could our child cause us so much worry?”

Nick paced anxiously. “Who’s been taking care of you? Did Wendy feed you something bad? How is your body not absorbing any nutrients?”

Nick actually suspected the cook, never once doubting his dear mother.

“Nick…”

I weakly lifted the blanket and called him. He immediately crouched beside me, holding my hand.Content is property of NôvelDrama.Org.

“Is the blanket uncomfortable? I’ll remove it. Don’t move yourself. The conditions here aren’t good. I don’t trust this hospital. Once you feel a bit better, we’ll leave and transfer you somewhere else.”

I smiled at him, shaking my head. “It’s too late.”

“What’s too late?” Nick’s face changed dramatically!

‘I’m bleeding

Nick’s eyes widened at my words. He yanked off the blanket, revealing the white sheets that were now stained crimson.

His eyes bulged as he shouted for the doctor, but it was useless. I would not accept treatment unless he divorced me.

“Ariana, to leave me, you’d disregard your own health and our child’s life?” Nick’s voice shook with pain.

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“It’s not that I don’t care. The choice is yours. You know what I mean.”

Nick’s lips curved in a bitter smile. His face instantly turned pale and his dark eyes were suddenly clouded. The bleeding increased, and my body grew colder.

“Fine! We’ll divorce now!” Nick made several calls in front of me.

With his power, divorce was a small matter that did not have to be delayed until morning. The bureau. chief tried to exchange pleasantries, but Nick shouted, “Divorce! Don’t you understand? Now!”

The other end went silent. About five minutes later, they spoke again, “Mr. Hawk, the paperwork is done.”

Nick stood by my bed, slowly closing his eyes. “You heard them. They say we’re divorced.”

I shook my head. “Check our marital status on the official website now.”

His face contorted. “We used special channels. It won’t show up that quickly, at least not until tomorrow morning.

“Nick, I don’t trust you.”

“Ariana, stop this. I’m begging you, don’t joke with our child’s life.”

I just repeated, “Nick, I don’t trust you anymore.”

As soon as I finished, Nick suddenly punched the wall, letting out a painful cry. He made another call, Five minutes! Bring Ariana and my divorce certificate to the maternity hospital!”

Five minutes was long enough to recall our five years together, yet short for a life hanging in the balance.

The moment I saw the divorce certificate, Nick was locked out of the operating room. Five minutes later, the doors reopened. The doctor shook his head at Nick, “It’s too late. The baby’s gone. My condolences.