Windsor Myres's expression was unfathomable, lost in a whirlwind of thoughts, her facial expression changing constantly. Ali Harris naturally guessed what was on her mind.
He pressed his lips together and said nothing.
The two of them sat in the hospital lobby for several hours, then took the sheet to find the doctor.
The result, of course, was pregnancy.
The doctor, with patience, asked a few more questions and suggested termination.
Windsor Myres insisted on keeping the baby, so the doctor said no more, prescribed folic acid, and advised Windsor Myres to rest more, suggesting she come back to the hospital next week for an ultrasound for further examination.
At two-thirty, the two of them left the outpatient building.
Without saying a word, Windsor Myres headed straight in the direction of the inpatient department.
