From Nun to Real Heiress: Expert at Turning the Tables

Chapter 1076: 498 This Wish_2 Chapter 1076: 498 This Wish_2 “I…” Vivian Hayes opened her mouth only to find her voice incredibly hoarse.

Mrs.

Hayes quickly offered her water, “The doctor said you can only have a liquid diet for the next couple of days.

Just hold on until your wounds are healed; I will cook delicious meals for you every day.”

Vivian Hayes took a sip of water to moisten her throat, then she suddenly grabbed her mother’s hand and asked anxiously, “What about my baby?

Did we save it?”

Mrs.

Hayes’s eyes reddened, and she softly comforted, “We’re still young, there will be other chances for a baby.”

Vivian Hayes’s face turned white, she bit her lip hard, “Aubree Groove.”

She nearly gritted her teeth as she spat out that name.

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“Where is Marcellus Dankworth?” He was the one she had to latch onto now.

Mrs.

Hayes glanced out the door, “He was here last night, but I don’t know when he left.

Vivian, is Mr.

Dankworth really reliable?

I don’t think he is that invested in you.

That’s supposed to be his child.”

Vivian Hayes became a bit annoyed.

Her mother just had to bring up the most frustrating thing.

As Vivian Hayes’s mood worsened and her eyes dimmed, Mrs.

Hayes continued to prattle on, “I told my friends that you were going to be on the Spring Festival Gala.

Everyone was waiting in front of the TV to watch your show, they all praised what a wonderful daughter I had raised.

But they didn’t see you appear, and those girls gave me a hard time about it.

They pissed me off so much…”

Vivian Hayes took a deep breath, trying to endure.

Just then, the hospital room door was pushed open, and a young female doctor walked in.

Vivian Hayes had some recollection of her; it seemed like she performed the surgery last night.

“You are awake.” The female doctor had a fresh face and her smile was sweet like peach blossoms, giving off a feeling of accessibility.

Vivian Hayes noticed the work badge hanging on her chest, reading OB-GYN resident physician—Seraphine Moore.

Seraphine Moore examined Vivian Hayes’s body and announced, “For the next couple of days, we need to prevent wound infection and complications.

Please let me know if you feel unwell.”

Seraphine Moore sighed, “You’re so young, such a shame.”

Vivian Hayes suddenly had a bad feeling.

Mrs.

Hayes asked from the side, “Dr.

Moore, will my daughter be able to conceive again?”

Upon hearing this question, sadness deepened in Seraphine Moore’s face, “I haven’t had a chance to tell you, due to the delayed arrival and extensive bleeding, we were forced to remove the uterus to save your life.

As a doctor, I’m heartbroken, but it was a necessary step.”

The words hit Vivian Hayes like a bolt of lightning; she was stunned.

Mrs.

Hayes also sat in shock, grabbing Seraphine Moore’s wrist incredulously, her voice piercing, “What did you say?”

Seraphine Moore, her own wrist hurting from the grip, once again tried to console “It was an unfortunate situation.

I know what losing a uterus means to a woman, but Ms.

Hayes, I did my best…”

As she hesitated, Mrs.

Hayes eagerly pushed, “Just say it!”

Seraphine Moore clenched her teeth, seemingly making up her mind, “Ms.

Hayes’ ectopic pregnancy was not dangerous and could be resolved with minor surgery.

The problem was she was brought in too late, missing the best timing for surgery.”

Mrs.

Hayes covered her face and began to cry, “My poor daughter, you’re still so young.”

Vivian Hayes lay in the hospital bed, her face numb and she seemed disoriented with pain.

A couple of tears overflowed from her eyes, falling onto the pillow.

Seraphine Moore nonchalantly hinted, “The young woman who brought you in last night..

Do you remember her, Ms.

Hayes?

If there are any issues, it might be best to resolve them after you’re healed.

Your health is the most important.”

Only then did Vivian Hayes remember, it seemed to be Aubree Groove who brought her to the hospital.

She wouldn’t accept this favor, if it weren’t for her, she wouldn’t have miscarried, and she wouldn’t have lost her uterus, forever unable to become a mother.

The doctor said it was just minor surgery; it was her who brought her in too late.

Whether Aubree Groove did it intentionally or not, it was a debt she must pay.

Seraphine Moore looked at the mother and daughter in front of her, one in sorrow and the other in anger.

The corners of her mouth pulled up into a slight smile, quickly disappearing as if it had never been there.

She gently said, “It’s best to focus on healing now.

I’ll be on duty these next few days.

If you need anything, just press the bell and the nurse will call me.”