Female Novel
Chapter 1562
"Are you still worried about Sebastian?" Hendrix asked. He leaned over and covered Anne with hisjacket.
I tugged on the hem of his jacket and held Anne tightly against me. I could not help but sigh. "Notreally. I just feel that I didn't take good care of Anne," I told him.
If Monique were still alive, even if she were a single mother, Anne would be leading a healthy, albeitordinary life. However, because of me, Anne had to undergo so many organ transplants at such ayoung age, which had almost cost her life.
I had done so little for Anne. Even Emma was the one who'd prepared the lucky pendant for Anne.It reminded me that I hadn't prayed for Anne in the past year. I couldn't be regarded as a qualifiedmother.
If Monique could see all of this, she would probably blame me for not taking good care of Anne.
Hearing this, Hendrix fell into silence for a while and then looked at me. Then, after a while, he saidin a certain tone, "You gave her a loving home."
I didn't reply to him. Instead, I stared dazedly at the lucky pendant around Anne's neck for a longwhile.
The ninth day of the new year was the end of the holidays, and we'd have to get back to work afterthat, so Hendrix and I decided to take a good rest at home on the eighth day of the new year.
However, I was woken up by Hendrix early in the morning.
"What's wrong? Didn't you say that you don't want to go anywhere today?" I asked as I sat up,rubbing my eyes.
"I have something urgent to do today. I'll be out in half an hour. Hurry up and get yourself ready,"Hendrix said. Seeing that I had woken up, he got out of bed to change his clothes.
"This is so sudden. What's going on?" I asked. I yawned and was reluctant to get out of bed.
Winter was the best season to lay in bed. In order to spend more time with Hendrix's elders whilewe were in Ucrebury, we had to get up early in the mornings. We either exercised with Uncle Trentor went jogging with Aunt Nerissa every morning. It was a tough time. Now that we finally returnedto Jarold City, I wanted to enjoy my lazy mornings in bed.
Seeing that he did not respond for a long time, I opened one eye and glanced through the slits of
my eyes.
Hendrix was tying his tie in front of the mirror. The collar of his shirt was upright and angular, and hisevery movement was pleasing to my eyes.
Looking at such a charming sight, I immediately became alert. However, my mood was dampenedby Hendrix's words in the next second.
"Dr. Jules just returned last night. He can make time to meet us today," Hendrix said.
Dr. Jules was not a strange name for me.
The day before yesterday, when I was searching for information about in vitro fertilization, I hadseen lots of articles like "The Father of IVF, Amos Jules." Even though I didn't click on them, justscrolling alone made me aware of how highly respected Dr. Jules was in this field.novelbin
It turned out that Hendrix had picked up on what I was looking at. However, he did not mention it tome and had secretly made these arrangements.
He had kept such a tiny detail in his mind. I would be lying if I said that I wasn't moved at all.However, at that moment, I was truly at a loss.
I did not reject the possibility of having a baby through IVF. However, even though the outcomewould be less than stellar, that feeling of insistence made me feel a little helpless. After all, theaverage success rate of an IVF pregnancy was less than 60%. My body was so weak, and myuterus was seriously damaged. I had miscarried twice, and the probability of successfullyconceiving had been reduced by more than half. I was not sure if I really wanted to fight for that30% chance.
Most importantly, in my current condition, even if I managed to get pregnant through externalfertilization, there was a high possibility that I would end up miscarrying during the pregnancy again.
I really hoped that I would succeed this time. I had fallen into despair twice, and I did not even dareto imagine losing a child for the third time.