CHAPTER 123 BAD TIMING

"Certainly. But compared to average pregnant women, your risk is still much higher," the doctor said gently with his hands clasped together.

Yvonne smiled bitterly. "I understand. I'll be careful. Thank you, doctor. Is there anything else that I should be mindful of?"

"That'll be all. You'll have to come often for the checks to ensure your baby’s doing fine."

"Okay, I will." Yvonne got up and bowed slightly to the doctor before leaving.

Lynette was on the phone when Yvonne got out. She impatiently talked over the line before hanging up.

"Yvonne, you’re done?" Lynette asked, holding her phone.

Yvonne forced a smile and nodded.

Noticing her unnatural state, Lynette creased her brows. "What did the doctor say?"

Yvonne looked down. "The doctor says that I have some problems with my health and the chances of miscarriage are very high."

"What?" Lynette was so shocked that she raised the volume of her voice. "What's wrong with your health?" "Lyn, don't ask. Let me recollect myself." Yvonne

walked past her to sit down on a bench.

Lynette went over to her. "Yvonne, you're making me worry by not saying anything."

"I know you are but I really can't say it. Lyn, please understand." Yvonne closed her eyes tiredly.

Lynette sighed. "Sure I'll understand. Then tell me, other than a higher probability of a miscarriage, will it affect your baby?"

"The doctor didn't say anything about this. Probably not," Yvonne answered with her eyes still closed.

Lynette felt more assured then. "That's good. As long a s you take care of your health, you can still give birth t o a healthy baby, right?"

"Mm.” Yvonne nodded.

Lynette cracked a smile. "That's it then. What's there t o fret about? Go back to your husband - your husband is friends with Mr. Lancaster. I believe that Mr.

Lancaster will allow you to take maternity leave earlier if your husband talks to him about it. Then rest and take care of yourself at home."

"I'll think about it," Yvonne replied softly. Opening her eyes, she asked curiously, "Who were you talking to just now? You sounded pissed.”

"It's the doctor who’s treating my dad's legs." Lynette glowered.

Yvonne raised her doubt. "Is it still the same doctor?"

"Yes. He called me to tell me that he’s going overseas t o advance his studies and won’t be treating my dad in the future.’’

"What? Then what's going to happen to uncle?” 1

Lynette's gaze dimmed. "Recuperating at home, I guess. You know how his legs are doing. It's not getting better after so many years of treatment. This is probably how he's going to be for the rest of

his life. M y dad actually thought of stopping the treatment a long time ago too."

"No way. Uncle's legs should be able to recover if we get a suitable doctor," Yvonne comforted her.

Lynette nodded. "Easier said than done. A family like u s won’t have the resources to find him a suitable doctor."

Yvonne's lips parted but she said nothing. After a while, she spoke hesitantly. "I can ask my husband?"

"Your husband?" Lynette was stunned before she caught on and her eyes brimmed with emotions." Right, how could I forget your husband? Your husband's friends with Mr. Lancaster. He probably has a high social standing. He must be able to find a doctor who works. Yvonne, help me out!"

She grasped Yvonne's hands with both of hers.

Yvonne took a deep breath. "I'll try my best to persuade my husband but I don't guarantee that he’ll agree. After all, he's quite the aloof type.”

"It's okay, just do your best. I won’t blame you if your husband doesn't agree. But if he does, I'll be utmost grateful to both of you." Lynette's eyes rimmed red from her joy.

Patting the back of Lynette's hands, Yvonne did not respond. Honestly, she was not confident in persuading Henry to find a doctor. He was genuinely distant, and she did not want to be begging him for things.

Once she thought about Lynette's father, the middle-aged man who was as kind to her as Lynette, she could not bear to not do anything.

Yvonne would try her best to make Henry promise. At most, she and Lynette would return the money for the treatment. She already owed him hundreds of thousands of dollars, so there was no

difference adding a little more to it.

Yvonne made a small huff and stood up after stroking her belly.

"Yvonne, are we going back?" Lynette got up as well.

Yvonne shook her head. "Not yet. I want to see someone in the ward."

"Who is it?" Lynette's curiosity was piqued.

Yvonne answered with narrowed eyes, "A woman I mind very much. Let's go."

Lynette strolled to the elevator by her side. "Mind?

Stop being vague. I realize that you like being

mysterious recently.”

Yvonne smiled. "I'll tell you. We're going to meet my love rival. My husband's ex-girlfriend."

"Your husband's ex-girlfriend?” Lynette was interested. "Why is she here though?”

"She's sick."

"With what?”

Yvonne averted her gaze. "Not sure. Something serious, I heard. Don't make a sound later, okay?”

"Alright." Lynette gave her a furious nod.

Yvonne headed straight to the door of Jacqueline’s ward when they arrived at the building.

Making a knock, the door was swiftly opened by a middle-aged woman who looked like a caretaker popping her head out. "Who are you?"

"Hi, I’m here to see Miss Conrad." Yvonne greeted politely.

The caretaker frowned. "Miss Conrad is already asleep. Please go back."

"Asleep?" Yvonne pursed her lips. Was her timing this bad?

"Yes, she's just fallen asleep. You will wake her up if you come in to see her," the caretaker responded.

Lynette tugged Yvonne's sleeves. "Yvonne, are we still seeing her?"

There were a few seconds of hesitation before Yvonne started again. "Uh... may I ask a few questions?"

Her gaze was trained on the caretaker. The latter nodded skeptically. "Please do."

"How is Miss Conrad doing recently? Is her illness recurring or anything?" Yvonne asked and kept her eyes on the caretaker, refusing to miss any change of expression on her.

The caretaker looked doubtful when she heard Yvonne's question. "I only became Miss Conrad's caretaker two days ago. I'm in charge of watching over her when she sleeps, not to take care of her, so I'm not sure what illness she has or if she has had a relapse." holds this content.

The corners of Yvonne's lips twitched. It seemed that her visit today was untimely. Not only was she unable to see Jacqueline, but the caretaker she met did not know anything. She would not be able to find out if Jacqueline had a relapse. How could she know if the matter that Henry and Shane were hiding from her was regarding her bone marrow then?

"Yvonne, what do we do now?" Lynette could not help asking when she saw Yvonne deep in thoughts.

Yvonne closed her eyes and waved lethargically. "Let's go back."

"You're not seeing her anymore?” Lynette pointed at the ward behind the caretaker.

Yvonne turned toward the exit. "I won’t get to. Next time..." "Oh, okay.” Lynette kept up with a jog.

When both of them exited the hospital, Yvonne received Henry's call.

Afraid that Lynette would distinguish the man's voice, she stepped away unnoticeably to set some distance between them before she could put down her guard and answer the call. "Hello..."

"Yvonne Frey, Joe says that you don’t feel well. Where are you?" Henry's icy voice drifted into her ear.