Chapter 90 Surgery
The next day was Sunday, the day Isabella went for her check-up.
Seeing that it was still early, she decided to visit Miley on the way.
Just as she was about to push the door open, someone came out from inside, almost colliding with her.
When Isabella looked closely, she was somewhat surprised. "Mr. Jose?"
Seeing Zaire here, Isabella was both surprised and somehow found it reasonable. She had heard Miley mention that Zaire was the largest shareholder of Moon Club. Since Miley worked at Moon Club, in a sense, Zaire was Miley's boss.
Zaire's phone kept ringing. He gestured towards it, indicating he needed to take the call.
Isabella stepped aside to let him out. Once he was far enough, she knocked on the door and entered the hospital room.
Miley was sitting on the hospital bed, her complexion looking rosier, but her eyes were slightly red as if she had been crying.
"Are you feeling any better?" Isabella placed the fruits on the bedside table and asked.
Miley nodded. "Much better. What brings you here so early in the morning?"
"I have a check-up today." Isabella paused and said, "I'm planning to terminate this pregnancy like you before. But I'm a bit nervous and wanted to ask if there's anything I need to prepare for, whether the surgery is done under general anesthesia, if it's painful, roughly how much it costs, and if my family needs to sign anything during the procedure."
Miley was taken aback for a moment, her gaze scanning Isabella's belly. She said, "Are you considering terminating the pregnancy because of Samantha's situation?"
Yesterday evening, Samantha posted a status, happily announcing to everyone that she had reconciled with Matthew and even shared a pregnancy test report.
Now, the entire Harvar University knew that Matthew was a scoundrel. Not only was his ex-girlfriend Isabella pregnant, but his current girlfriend Samantha was also expecting.
This dramatic turn of events could fill two hundred episodes of a TV drama.
Isabella shook her head. "It has nothing to do with them. I didn't know I was pregnant, and I took medication and injections during this time. I've thought about it for a long time, and I need to be responsible for the child."
Miley nodded in understanding. "I see. But have you really thought it through?"
"I have," said Isabella.
Ten minutes later, Zaire returned after finishing his call.
As Isabella stood up to leave, Zaire walked over and asked, "Are you going to leave?"
"Yes." Isabella politely nodded at him. "Goodbye, Mr. Jose. Bye, Miley."
"Bye." Miley waved at her with a smile on her face.
As Isabella left, Zaire's face came into Miley's view. Her smile instantly faded.
Zaire chuckled. "You smile so sweetly at Isabella, how about a smile for me?"
"I can't bring myself to smile at you." Miley lay down, turned her back, and muttered softly, "Men are all the same."
Zaire raised his hand to his forehead. "Why am I being dragged into this again? I just managed to make you feel better a moment ago. Did Isabella say something to you?"
"What can Isabella tell me?" Miley couldn't help but defend Isabella. "It's you men who only care about enjoying yourselves but don't care about the consequences."
Bending down, Zaire's large hand slipped under the blanket. "Alright, I'll take care of you now."
He was skillful, and in no time, Miley was breathless and completely yielding.
Zaire took off his coat, got up, and pressed her down on the bed to kiss her.
Miley pushed him away. "This is a hospital."
"What's there to be afraid of?" Zaire smirked, pulling open her hospital gown. "This is more exciting."
"But I just had surgery," said Miley.
Zaire's breath was heavy. "I'll just kiss you, nothing more."
Later on...
Zaire asked, "You seem to get along well with Isabella. She came to the hospital so early to see you."
Miley leaned against him, her long hair cascading down. "She's here for surgery."
"What surgery?" asked Zaire.
"Similar to mine." Miley's eyes flickered slightly, and the corners of her eyes became a bit moist. After a while, she murmured, "Neither of us is a good mother."
"Abortion surgery?" Zaire picked up his phone and sent a text to Seb.
"Have you made up your mind?" the doctor asked.
Isabella nodded. "Yes."
"Alright, then I'll schedule the surgery for you," said the doctor.
Isabella asked urgently, "Can it be done today?"
The doctor was surprised. "Why the rush?"
"I don't want to stay in the hospital after the surgery. I have to work tomorrow," said Isabella.
The doctor frowned at her words. "Although it's a minor surgery, post-operative rest and care are crucial. Young lady, what's more important to you, work or your health?"
Isabella hesitated for a moment and replied, "For me, work is more important."
The doctor sighed and shook his head, commenting, "I've seen too many young ladies like you, who consider themselves young and neglect their health. When they grow older, they'll suffer for it."
Despite saying that, the doctor still gave her a series of instructions, such as avoiding drafts, not touching cold water for at least half a month, keeping her feet warm, and refraining from consuming cold drinks.
Isabella was deeply moved and noted everything down.
The surgery was scheduled for three hours later. During this time, Isabella completed all the preoperative examinations and then went to wait outside the designated operating room.
A nurse handed her a set of surgical clothes and pointed to the nearby changing room. "You can change in there."
"Thank you." Isabella took the clothes and headed towards the changing room.
Suddenly, out of the corner of her eye, she saw a figure approaching. Before Isabella could react, a large hand reached out, grabbed her arm, and pulled her over.
Isabella bumped into the person and turned in surprise. "Mr. Landon?"
She must be hallucinating, seeing Seb there.
Seb glanced at the surgical clothes in her hand with a cold expression. "What are you up to?"
Isabella was taken aback, her arm sore because of Seb's grip. She could feel that Seb was angry at this moment. The pain brought her back to reality and this wasn't a dream but real life.
Seb seemed impatient to hear her explanation, took the surgical clothes away, handed them to Jack who followed, and then dragged Isabella into the elevator.
It wasn't until the elevator doors closed that Isabella realized. "Mr. Landon, where are you taking me?"
Seb looked at her. "Taking you to wake up."
The elevator descended about three or four floors. When the doors opened, Seb pulled her out.
As soon as they stepped out of the elevator, Isabella heard the sound of a baby crying.
Isabella was puzzled that they had arrived at the neonatal department.
Seb was strong, almost dragging Isabella along. They finally stopped at the entrance to the nursery.
Through the glass, she could see individual baby cribs, each containing a baby. They were so small, so adorable, and well-behaved. Isabella's heart softened as she saw the scene.
