Chapter 616 Yvette Did Not Get the Special Medicine
Violet emerged from the doctor's office clutching a business card, her face ashen and her eyes fixed straight ahead with a vacant stare, as if her soul had departed her body.
Her fingers gripped the card like it was the last thread in a fraying lifeline.
The doctor had said if all else failed, her only option was to call the person on this card.
No matter how persistently Violet had questioned him, the doctor refused to divulge any details about this mysterious contact.
This was her final attempt at salvation.
Deep inside, a flicker of excitement stirred at the thought that she might still have a chance at motherhood.
She knew the phone number on this card represented her future, her opportunity to start anew.
She longed for the person on the other end to bring good news, to guide her from darkness back into the light.
With trembling hands, Violet pulled out her phone and dialed the number.
A man answered, his voice deep and commanding, instilling a strange sense of reassurance in Violet.
"Ms. Swift, I presume?" he asked.
"Yes," Violet replied, pleasantly surprised that the doctor had already briefed him. "That's me."
What had begun as nervous anticipation quickly plummeted when she heard the man's next words.
"I'm fully aware of your situation. For women like you—unable to conceive but desperate to be mothers—I offer two pathways," the man stated with clinical detachment. "The choice is yours."
Violet's hand trembled so violently she nearly dropped her phone. "Please, go on."
"First option: I can guide you through legal adoption procedures."
Violet froze, her face blanching. "I won't adopt," she snapped. "I want my own child!"
"Fine, we'll cross that one off," the man continued calmly. "The second option involves egg donation and surrogacy. It's more complicated and considerably more expensive. We'd need to go abroad."
Violet felt as if she'd been struck with a blunt object, her mind going blank.
The man continued his pitch, "Compared to adoption, this option costs more, but the child would still carry your husband's DNA. You'd personally select both the egg donor and surrogate—different women, naturally. They're professionals who won't interfere with your family afterward."
The blood drained from Violet's face as her heartbeat seemed to falter.
Her mind emptied of thought as her world collapsed around her once again.
Hope kindled only to be extinguished—Violet felt herself approaching a breaking point.
"Enough!" she hissed. "Are you saying I'll never have my own biological child? Ever?"
"That's exactly it, Ms. Swift. You need to face reality," the man said with a sigh. "Look at your test results—no egg production, non-viable uterus. There's zero possibility. I strongly suggest you consider our options."
"No!" Violet's voice was steel. "I want my own child!"
Hearing her determination, the man scoffed. "Fine, keep living in your fantasy world. When reality finally hits and our solutions start looking reasonable, my number won't change."
After hanging up, Violet stood frozen in prolonged silence.
Her gaze remained hollow, devoid of life, her body as still as a marble statue. The world around her seemed to recede, everything becoming hazy and surreal.
She drew a deep breath, attempting to calm her inner turmoil, but despair pressed down on her heart like a boulder, making it impossible to breathe.
The phone call had been a sledgehammer to her soul.
She found herself paralyzed by indecision.
If she pursued motherhood through these means, she would be playing her final card—a move from which there was no return.
She would become a disposable pawn without leverage, ultimately abandoned.
Desperation gripped her, fear constricting her throat like an invisible hand.
Yet her desire for motherhood continued to pull at her from another direction.
This internal tug-of-war threatened to tear her apart.
Violet closed her eyes in despair, but the panic and hopelessness remained, hovering over her like a dark storm cloud.
A thin film of moisture glazed her eyes—tears of helplessness.
She clenched her jaw, fighting to keep the tears from falling.
She knew she couldn't fall apart now; too many decisions still awaited her.
But what was she supposed to do?
The Hayes Mansion.
Clifford sat on the sofa, holding a handful of pills, accepting the glass of water Gabrielle offered him.
He tossed the pills into his mouth and tilted his head back to swallow them.
These days, Felix and Gabrielle personally delivered Clifford's daily medication, ensuring he took every pill without fail, never a minute late.
After swallowing his medication, Clifford looked up to find Felix and Gabrielle watching him with concerned expressions.
"Taken them?" Gabrielle asked worriedly. "How are you feeling today?"
"Same as usual," Clifford forced a smile. "These pills always make me drowsy. I think I'll head to my room to rest."
"Yes, go get some rest."
Back in his bedroom, Clifford lay down, but his mind kept returning to Yvette's medical report.
They had both been taking medication for so long—why was his condition gradually improving while Yvette's showed no improvement and even signs of deterioration?
His illness was far more severe; Yvette's was mild. The medication should have worked better for her!
Perplexed, Clifford decided to get up and consult his parents, hoping they might have some insight or advice.
As he approached the living room, before he could announce himself, he overheard Felix and Gabrielle speaking in hushed tones.
"Clifford's medication is almost gone. Do we need to ask her for more?" Gabrielle whispered.
"Yes," Felix replied. "His condition is stable, but we can't stop the medication. We can't let our guard down."
"This illness is such a nightmare. I hope Clifford recovers soon," Gabrielle sighed anxiously. "It was so difficult getting the medication from her last time. Do you think she'll refuse us this time?"
"I'll figure something out. Even if she refuses, Clifford should be fine for a while," Felix paused. "After all, that Yvette is still doing alright without the special medication. We have time to synthesize these drugs ourselves, so we won't have to depend on others anymore."
Clifford stood frozen in the doorway.
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