Chapter 9
 
There was no sign of two gestational sacs during the last checkup.

 

 

Avery could not believe that there were two babies inside of her a short week later.

She held the ultrasound scan in her hands as she sat in a quiet daze on one of the benches in the hospital corridor.

The doctor told her that the probability of being pregnant with twins was extremely low.

If she had an abortion now, she might never be able to have twins again.

Avery chuckled bitterly. All of this was the work of the Fosters’ private doctors.

When they had implanted the fertilized eggs into her, they had not mentioned that she was going to have twins.

Perhaps in their eyes, she was nothing but a birthing tool for the Fosters from the beginning.

When she began to bleed the week before, she thought that her period had arrived. When the Fosters’ doctors found out, they thought that the procedure had failed. When Elliot said that he would divorce her after he had woken up, the doctors had never seen her again.

The decision to give birth or not was now solely on her shoulders.

Avery’s phone rang in her bag. She had been in the hospital for over an hour.

She pulled out her phone, stood up, and walked toward the hospital’s exit.

 

“Avery, your father’s dying! Come home right away!”

 

Her mother’s hoarse voice came from the other side of the line.

 

Avery was stunned.

 

Dad was dying? How could this be?

 

She knew that her father had been hospitalized after his company got in trouble. He could not even attend her wedding.

 

She did not know that his condition was this serious. Avery’s mind was a mess.

 

She did not have a good relationship with her father. She could never forgive him for having an affair.

 

However, her heart stung painfully upon suddenly hearing the news of his serious illness.

 

……

 

The living room of the Tate house was a chaotic mess when Avery arrived.

 

Laura took her straight to the master bedroom.

 

Jack Tate was lying on the bed. His breathing was shallow and his eyes were barely open. When he saw Avery, he raised his arm in her direction.

 

“Dad, why didn’t you go to the hospital if you’re this sick?” Avery said as she held her father’s cold hand. Tears welled up in her eyes.

 

“That’s easy for you to say! Where would we get the money to take your father to the hospital?” Wanda snapped frostily.

 

Avery’s head shot up as she said, “Didn’t you get a large sum of money from the Fosters? Why didn’t you use that to help Dad?”

 

owes? Don’t look at me like I ate your money up, Avery! Besides, your father’s

 

Wanda heartlessly stormed out of the

 

not leave with

 

the day, Jack was still her father. He had always loved her, and she did not want to lose

 

mad at her, Dad. It’s not that she didn’t want to get you treated, but the family really doesn’t have much money,”

 

deaf ear to Avery’s

 

was low as he said, “Avery… My darling girl…

 

large hand holding hers suddenly let

 

shrill cry tore through the

 

throbbed

 

her world underwent

 

married and pregnant, and her

 

but life

 

funeral was a gloomy

 

people attended the funeral, not since the

 

to a

 

a flock of

 

were the only

 

as dark as

 

Avery asked as she stared at

 

gaze and said in a dull voice, “I do. Even if he’s dead, I will

 

Avery did not understand.

 

you crying?” she

 

are complicated, Avery. It isn’t just

 

dragged her worn out body

 

Jack’s death to the end of the funeral, the process had taken

 

did not return to the mansion at all during

 

the Foster family

 

the

 

relationship with Elliot was colder than ice

 

lights were lit, and the

 

dressed to the nines and chatting away merrily with wine glasses in their

 

in

 

noticed

 

contrast to the liveliness of

 

she held Avery’s arm

 

with her slender, fair calves peeping out from underneath the hem. On her

 

was different from her

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