Chapter 723 Everyone Is Afraid of Death
"She probably can't get pregnant," Ember laughed, not taking Desiree seriously at all. "I asked the doctor last time. With Desiree's condition, it's really tough for her to conceive, especially after a miscarriage. Even if she's with Harold, she won't be able to have a kid."
Suddenly, the ward door flew open.
Harold stood there, his face full of rage. He couldn't take it anymore; everything he had just heard was pushing him over the edge. He never thought his mother could be such a person—despicable, shameless, and utterly selfish.
"Harold, why are you back so suddenly?" Ember was genuinely panicked this time.
There had been no outsiders in the ward just now, so she spoke her mind freely. She never expected Harold to return suddenly.
"If I hadn't come back, how would I know my mother was doing so many terrible things behind my back? You're a woman too; how can you be so vicious?" Harold couldn't understand.
Not only had she caused Desiree to miscarry, but she also harbored such malicious thoughts. Did Desiree do something wrong?
No wonder Desiree was so determined to cut ties with him. Someone like him should live alone and not harm his lover.
"I was just talking; I didn't actually..."
"Stop talking. I'm going to get a vasectomy. That child is gone, and I won't have any more children in the future," Harold said each word with extreme seriousness.
This was what he truly thought. He would follow through and get the surgery today.
To Ember, his words were like a bolt from the blue. She had been busy all this time, trying to find a qualified mother for her future grandchild, but it was all for nothing.
If Harold really got a vasectomy, she would never have a grandchild in her lifetime.
"If you really dare to do this, I will formally stop my treatment from today!"
"You never started treatment, and you're deceiving me. You just don't think you're sick and don't need treatment." Harold thoroughly recognized her today.
Everything he said was the truth, and Ember fell silent.
"But I have to tell you that you are indeed sick, and it's more serious than you think. You've delayed it for so long that you won't recover even if you take the surgery." Harold said, picking up the bag left in the ward and pulling out the test report, placing it in front of Ember again.
"Whether you get treated or not is up to you. At this point, even if you accept the treatment, the results won't be great."
Having said that, he turned and left.
Ember picked up the test report, her mind went blank. She had been too shocked in a short time, and her chest hurt again, the pain growing more intense.
She hadn't taken it seriously before, but now it was different. She hurriedly called out to Hermione, "Quickly, get Dr. Cooley to give me a full-body checkup, and call Uncle Wesley. What's going on with me?"
Hermione didn't know and didn't dare to say anything, so she quickly ran out to find Domingo.
Domingo wasn't there today, so Hermione called another doctor. After a lot of fuss, they got the report, and the doctor's brow furrowed.
He pulled up Ember's medical records on the computer and reviewed them repeatedly. "This doesn't make sense. You've been receiving the best treatment recently. How could it worsen so quickly?"
"I haven't been getting any treatment," Ember admitted, feeling a deep sense of regret.
She had schemed against so many people, only to end up being outsmarted herself. If she had known, she wouldn't have done any of this in the first place!
"But your medical records clearly show it."
"I didn't take the medicine, and I poured out the IV fluids," Ember confessed, her regret growing.
The doctor was speechless. He looked at Ember, utterly baffled. "If you don't want to take the treatment, just get discharged and go home. Save the costs; it's not easy for young people to earn money these days. Besides, it would be a huge blow to the reputation of our hospital if this news got out."
"No, I know I was wrong. I'll definitely cooperate with the treatment now," Ember said, now completely compliant.
She talked about wanting to die, but those who constantly talked about death were often the most afraid of it.
She truly wanted to live. Life was so comfortable now, with no financial worries. Harold, apart from the affair with Desiree, was very filial in other matters. If she died, everything would be gone.
"Go back to your ward first. If you want treatment, we'll need to sign an agreement with your family, and we will need to investigate further," the doctor said, sending her back and reporting the situation to his superiors.
Dusk.
Harold had just finished his vasectomy. Thinking about the child he had lost, he felt immense pain. As a father, he hadn't protected his child. He would spend the rest of his life in regret.
Until Desiree made a call.
Harold stared at the screen. He had memorized this phone number deeply. He hurriedly answered the call, "Desiree, you're finally willing to talk to me."
"I'm calling to remind you not to forget to go to court next Monday to get the divorce decree." After a moment's thought, Desiree decided to keep her pregnancy a secret.
She would wait a few years before mentioning it.
Otherwise, if Ember found out, she would start scheming again. The court had been too busy, so the divorce decree would be available next Monday.
"Okay," Harold said without any unnecessary words. He told Desiree, "I had a vasectomy today."
"What?"
"I'm sorry. When we got married, I promised to protect you, but I didn't keep my promise. My mother harmed our child. I don't deserve to be by your side. Now that we're divorced, I don't want any other children," Harold kept apologizing.
Desiree remained silent throughout. She was already in tears. Why did Harold have to be so warm?
If he were just a little bit worse, she wouldn't have remembered him all this time. "You're young. You might meet someone you love in the future. The vasectomy can be reversed. Don't make yourself regret it."
"Missing you is the greatest regret. My life has turned out this way," Harold said with a bitter smile.
He didn't even have the will to live anymore. If it weren't for his desire to secretly protect Desiree, to earn more money and give it all to her, he didn't know what he might do.
"Let's not talk about this. How's your mother?" Desiree asked, not knowing why she suddenly asked this question. If it weren't for Ember, they wouldn't have ended up like this.
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