Chapter 251 A Little Secret
Loren answered, "Then I'll be straightforward. Just now, while examining her, I found that her body was severely depleted.
"Not only is it due to malnutrition from childhood, but also the miscarriage took a significant toll on her body. She has never fully recovered, and the underlying issues are deep. If you plan to conceive in the future, it might be quite difficult."
Loren's words were like a bolt from the blue, striking Gabriel's head with a thunderous crash.
Gabriel stood there stunned for a long time, his mind ceasing to function, and even his fingers hanging by his side didn't move.
After a while, Gabriel blinked his reddened eyes forcefully, suppressing the turmoil within.
Then Gabriel spoke, "Don't tell her about this for now."
Recently, she had even dreamed of her baby.
He knew that the baby was a lifelong guilt and regret in her heart. She dreamed of having a baby, but now?
If she knew about this, she wouldn't be able to handle it.
"Is there no hope?" After a long silence, Gabriel asked heavily.
Loren reached out and patted his shoulder in comfort. "It's not entirely hopeless. There are ways. One is to have your nutritionist help her recuperate and eliminate the underlying issues; the other is for you to put in more effort. The hope isn't small.
"Also, maintaining a good mood and emotions is very important, so I suggest you don't tell her for now."
After saying that, Loren picked up his medical kit and left.
Originally, Oscar had called him to check on Gabriel, but unexpectedly, he ended up examining Ms. Morgan instead of Mr. Walton.
Life is indeed unpredictable.
Outside the door, the driver was already waiting.
Loren walked over with elegant steps.
At that moment, a voice suddenly came from behind. "Dr. Schneider."
The voice sounded familiar.
Although he couldn't recall just from the voice, he had just seen the person and had met her, so Loren immediately remembered.
He turned around, his deep gaze falling on Diana. "Ms. Bush, long time no see."
"Didn't expect Dr. Schneider to remember me, how rare," Diana's words were thick with sarcasm.
Loren's lips held a smile, showing no trace of anger, and his voice was calm and composed. "Ms. Bush, is there something you need?"
"Of course," Diana said.
"If it's about the treatment of your legs back then, there's no need to ask." Loren's eyes were calm. "If it's about anything else, there's even less need."
After saying that, he walked elegantly, took a long stride, and got into the car, instructing, "Go."
Diana shouted in anger, "Loren, why? Why won't you tell me the reason? I just came to ask about that matter. Why won't you say anything?"
His eyes remained calm as he looked ahead, not even glancing at her.
She was greatly agitated. Without thinking, she pressed the button on her wheelchair and charged madly towards his car.
The driver was terrified and slammed on the brakes.
Fortunately, he reacted quickly, and the car stopped just a few centimeters away from her wheelchair.
The driver was drenched in cold sweat, but she stretched out her arms, blocking the car in front of her.
With a stance that said she wouldn't give up until she got an answer.
"Loren, you can stay in the car, but I need an answer today," Diana shouted.
Loren gently lifted his eyes, saying coldly, "Move."
"If you don't tell me the reason, I won't move," Diana's hands remained outstretched, showing no sign of retreat.
Loren's eyes grew colder, and his voice became even icier. "I said, move."
Diana stood her ground. "I know you can be very scary when you're angry, but Loren, you saw how Gabriel treated me just now. I'm not afraid of death. Do you think I'd be afraid of your threats?
"Unless you tell me the reason today, I won't leave."
After a few minutes of stalemate, Loren glanced at his watch on his wrist and the dozen or so missed calls. His expression softened slightly. "Do you really want to know?"
"Of course, I want to know everything." Diana nodded firmly.
Loren straightened his clothes and spoke slowly, his lips pressed into a thin line. "My answer is the same as before. Your legs couldn't be treated back then. Even if we had performed the surgery, the chances of recovery were almost zero.
"For a surgery with almost no chance of success, I wouldn't recommend it from either a professional or a friend's perspective."
Unexpectedly, Diana laughed loudly after hearing this. "Loren, you're so hypocritical. After all these years, you're still using the same excuse. Don't you find it fake?"
Loren's eyes were cold. "Believe what you want. I told you, but you didn't believe me."
Diana then said, "When I was first injured, my legs were in the best period for recovery, but you refused to perform the surgery to avoid failure, and you cruelly watched me live in a wheelchair for so many years.
"And today? When Jessica was lying on the ground like a dead person, why did you save her? Weren't you afraid that her death would affect your reputation and status?"
"She's different from you," Loren said.
Different?
She really hated that phrase now.
She retorted, "What's different? If there's any difference, it's that you saved her but didn't save me.
"Saying that I couldn't be treated is all lies. Why can my legs be treated now?"
He answered, "Times have changed. Professor Thomas's team is leading in this field domestically, and with the rapid development of science and technology, it has indeed made your treatment possible.
"I've said all I have to say. This is the last time I'll answer your question. If you dare to block my car again, I'm sorry, but my driver won't stop
With that, Loren coldly instructed, "Drive."
The driver was a bit scared. "But what about the lady?"
Diana was still blocking the road.
Loren sneered, Just drive over here. If anything happens, I'll take responsibility
The driver gritted his teeth, steeled his heart, and drove straight ahead.
"Loren," Diana screamed in fear.
But this time, no one minded her. The car sped forward without any intention of slowing down.
Diana was truly frightened and immediately pressed the button, frantically retreating.
She had experienced Loren's ruthlessness and cold-bloodedness a few years ago. She didn't dare to gamble with her life.
Because she knew he would really have the car run over her.
But as she retreated, her wheelchair suddenly malfunctioned and started rushing forward uncontrollably.
Ahead was a slope, and her wheelchair was speeding down it. What scared her even more was that not far away was a steep cliff.
If the wheelchair went over the edge, she couldn't imagine what would happen.
Then she screamed, "Help, help. Someone, please help me."
She shouted while frantically pressing the button, but the wheelchair continued to rush downward uncontrollably.
