She Made a Comeback as a Renowned Doctor-Chapter 665: Don’t Reject Me

"Miss Williams, what’s wrong?"

Daniel Johnson was taken aback, looking at Hope Williams and then at Anthony Taylor, feeling a bit at a loss.

Anthony Taylor raised an eyebrow, looking at Hope Williams standing at the door, "You heard everything?"

"Yes." Hope Williams walked closer to the two, her calm face revealing little of her current emotions, but her slightly trembling lips betrayed her.

"So, Pharmacist Johnson, if I want to keep the baby, I must have a premature C-section, right?"

Daniel Johnson nodded helplessly, unable to hide the heaviness in his expression, "Yes, if you are determined to keep the baby, that’s the method, but the baby’s survival rate is very low."

Because a seven-month-old baby is not yet fully developed, there will be many problems, infections, developmental issues, organ failure, and so on...

Hope Williams, as the mother of two, already had some understanding of these issues, so she understood the severity of the situation even more.

Daniel Johnson sighed, some words had to be spoken at this moment, regardless of appropriateness.

After choosing his words carefully, Daniel Johnson spoke, "Miss Williams, you still need to be mentally prepared. Also, the fetus is already showing signs of developmental delay, and later in life, the baby’s overall development might have different impacts, though we can’t be sure right now. I must let you know in advance to prepare you mentally."

Developmental delay covers many things, such as brain development delay, speech development delay, adaptive difficulty, and so on...

Hope Williams’ eyelashes trembled, a flicker of pain flashing through her eyes.

She couldn’t help but lower her gaze to hide the red in her eyes, biting her lower lip, her hand resting on her swollen belly, her whole body trembling slightly.

Is she really going to lose her baby?

After a long while, she lifted her head...

"Alright, I... understand..." she said, her voice trembling.

Anthony Taylor, seeing her in a dazed state, stepped forward, pursing his lips to comfort, "What he just said are possibilities, not certainties. If you want to keep it, think positively, and don’t put too much pressure on yourself."

Hope Williams sniffed and nodded, "Okay."

"Miss Williams, although... it’s difficult, it’s hoped you can consider quickly. If you decide to keep it, you must go to the hospital soon to protect the pregnancy, cooperate with further examinations, and prepare for surgery."

"Okay, I understand, thank you all, I will consider it carefully."

Daniel Johnson nodded with a heavy face.

Hope Williams walked out step by step, her thin back view now looking fragile and vulnerable, unlike the strong, confident woman who once shone brightly.

That figure was truly heartbreaking to witness.

Anthony Taylor couldn’t help but step forward, offering Hope Williams a phone, "If you want to contact your husband, you should. After all, he should be part of this decision regarding the baby."

Hope Williams looked up at Anthony Taylor, "Thank you."

Anthony Taylor, seeing Hope Williams holding back tears, was at a loss for how to comfort her, watched her walk out, then glared at Daniel Johnson, "Can you be less blunt next time you speak? Can’t you be more tactful?"

Daniel Johnson opened his mouth and mumbled softly, "I have no choice, she would know sooner or later."

"Still arguing with me? Go back to develop the antidote quickly, are you dawdling here looking for a beating?"

Daniel Johnson quickly ran out of Anthony Taylor’s study.

Hope Williams wasn’t sure how she made it back to her room, only feeling an overwhelming heartache.

As she closed the door, in the dark room, Hope Williams slid to the floor, emotions collapsing uncontrollably, covering her mouth and sobbing softly.

Her trembling body seemed weak and helpless at this moment, full of bewilderment about what to do.

She really didn’t want to lose this child...

But she understood everything Daniel Johnson had said.

If she didn’t choose to have an early C-section, she couldn’t avoid taking medication later, which could greatly impact the baby.

If she chose a C-section, even if she tried her best to protect the child, there was still a high chance it wouldn’t survive.

What should she choose?

Hope Williams gently rubbed her belly, her heart filled with guilt for this child.

She leaned her head back against the door, her hands covering her face, tears unknowingly soaking her whole face.

After a long time, she picked up the phone, opened her contacts, yet even the number she knew by heart, she dialed incorrectly several times.

After dialing for a long time, Hope Williams put the phone face-down on the ground.

Fear grew within her...

She feared Waylon Lewis asking why she hadn’t returned, feared him asking about her health.

She feared that speaking would burst forth all her emotions, wanting to tell him about her fears and panic, afraid of conveying her emotions to him, making him worry.

Even more, she feared that if her poison couldn’t be cured, she’d never return, leaving Waylon Lewis, Luke, and Willow in empty joy.

Too many complex emotions intertwined, like an impenetrable web, tightly enveloping her, leaving her breathless.

After a long while, Hope Williams still picked up the phone and dialed Waylon Lewis’s number.

The phone rang for a while.

The other side didn’t pick up, and the phone only emitted a mechanical tone.

Hope Williams tightened her grip on the phone and dialed again.

In Waylon Lewis’s office, after drinking a lot, Wyatt Lewis was already passed out on the floor, surrounded by various bottles.

The room was filled with the scent of alcohol.

He closed his eyes, leaning back on the sofa, feeling dizzy from the alcohol.

Listening to the persistent ringing of the phone, Waylon Lewis strained to rise and reached for the phone on the desk to answer it.

"Hello."

The low, hoarse voice sounded, and Hope Williams stiffened, her vulnerable emotions unable to hold back any longer.

"Waylon Lewis."

Hope Williams softly, as gently as possible, called Waylon Lewis.

The other side fell into silence instantly.

After a long while.

Hope Williams heard his low voice hum in response.

Hope Williams sniffed, although her heart had countless words, she didn’t know where to start.

"I miss you."

Again there was a long silence on the other end, and just as Hope Williams began to doubt whether he was listening, the man’s voice came again, "I do too."

"How have you been lately? How are Luke and Willow? Are you all taking good care of yourselves without me around?"

"Not well, nothing is good without you...

Hope, I beg you, please come back?

It’s all my fault; you can come back and hit me, scold me, but... Hope, please don’t abandon me."

The voice coming through the phone, deep and hoarse, was full of self-reproach.

Hope Williams, pressing her lips together, removed the phone, covering her mouth to swallow the sobs, her heart aching, "Waylon Lewis, I... never blamed you, and I never intended to abandon you, I just can’t return right now."

"Waylon Lewis, make sure to eat well, don’t stay up late working overtime, take care of yourself, and look after Luke and Willow. I will be strong and do my best to come back to see you all. Will you wait for me?"

"Okay."

"Waylon Lewis... let me ask you a question. If, just if... if our baby is born with significant issues, possibly even..." Hope Williams couldn’t bring herself to say ’won’t survive.’

Resisting her emotions, she asked, "If the baby has physical or intellectual problems... would you still want it?"

The question out, Hope Williams’s hand tightened involuntarily, her heart in her throat.

Waylon Lewis’s opinion meant a lot to her.

"Yes, as long as it’s the child you gave birth to, I would want it."

Waylon Lewis gave her a sure answer.

Because of Waylon Lewis’s words, Hope Williams’s wavering heart settled instantly.

There was more determination in her eyes.

"Okay, I will bring the baby back to see you."

The next day.

Wyatt Lewis sat up from a pile of bottles, seeing Waylon Lewis sitting on the sofa, apparently just awake as well.

But he sat there unmoving, his dark eyes fixed on one spot, revealing an inescapable sense of loss.

Wyatt Lewis, "Brother, what’s wrong?"

"I dreamed of her again!"

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