Chapter 368
Chapter 368
“I’ve just arrived and am moving stuff in. I’ll send you the address later,” I glanced out the car window.
Movers were still scurrying around, but I figured they were about to wrap up soon.
“Okay, I’ll rest up then; remember to send it to me,” Stella bid me goodnight.
After hanging up, I looked up news about myself, and sure enough, articles about my infertility popped up. They were saying that Neil and I were supposed to reconcile, but my issue caused me to be dumped, and then Karina showed up, so I got ditched.
Seeing those exaggerated words, I found them somewhat funny, but deep down, I felt like they were spot on.
“Alright, Rena, we’re almost done. Why don’t you go rest in your room?” My mom said, peering in from the car window.
“Okay, I’ll head in,” I replied, about to climb out of the car, when suddenly I stopped. I took out my phone and blocked Neil and Russel from all contact methods. In that instant, it felt as if the world had become quieter. That was where I was going to be living from now on.
The small villa was nice, and the rooms had a slight European flair. After a shower, I was about to hit the hay when a call came in. It was Kitty.
Kitty disappeared a while ago, seemingly popping in and out of Neil’s and my lives.
I never asked where she went because, back-then, I was planning to give Neil another shot. We might reconcile, so why bother stirring up Kitty?
Seeing the caller ID, I eventually picked up.
“Irene, you and Neil aren’t together anymore?” Kitty’s voice was as lively as ever, filled with surprise.
“Mhm, we won’t be together anymore. How about you? Haven’t heard from you in a while,” I asked.
“My dad’s health isn’t great; I got pissed, so I’ve been with him this whole time. Plus, I’ve been set up on blind dates. So annoying,” Kitty sighed after finishing her
sentence.
She used to not care about her dad. I didn’t expect he’d still affect her.
“Take good care of your dad.” I didn’t know what else to say, so I could only remind her.
“Who’s Karina?” Kitty’s curiosity was insatiable. Instead of hanging up, she started questioning me, “Is she Neil’s ex? But didn’t she die a long time ago? Bonnie even got her heart transplanted; how come she’s suddenly alive and even has a son?”
I couldn’t answer those questions, so I could only reply, “I don’t know.”
“Alright, I’ll be back in Rosemont tomorrow. How about we grab a meal?” Kitty proposed.
“I’m not there anymore. If I go back to Rosemont in the future, I’ll treat you then.” I felt a bit drowsy as we were chatting. My mood hadn’t been great around that time. So I always felt tired and just wanted to sleep.
After noticing my demeanor, Kitty didn’t insist; she merely told me she would find Neil because she never planned to give up on him.
Of course, I supported her. Her competition then wasn’t me. It was Karina.
That night, I slept soundly, not tossing and turning like I did in Rosemont. Being in a new environment seemed to lighten my load a bit.
After spending about a week in H City, I gradually got used to life there. My daily routine was taking care of plants with my mom, then walking Daisy. I fully relaxed, as if my past life were far away. Only when I saw news about Neil and Karina did I recall past events.
The media reported that Neil had a paternity test done; the results showed they were related. So then Neil really had a kid.
“Rena, leaving there was the right choice; otherwise, you would’ve been hurt even more,” my mom brought this up during dinner.
“Why bring up these things? Eat!” My dad glared at my mom, telling her not to mention my painful past.
“Dad, don’t worry, it’s okay for us as a family to discuss these things. I’ve let it go.” I said, chuckling while munching on toast.
Not just the matter of Neil having a kid, but my likely inability to have kids too, was something my parents knew about. They took the news just as hard as I did. I even heard my mom quietly crying at night. But in front of me, they never brought it up voluntarily, fearing it would upset me.
Actually, I could handle it. If they wanted to talk, they could talk. If it made them feel better, that was fine. If they still had hope for me, I was willing to see a doctor with them. I was willing to cooperate.
Then, my parents were my biggest support in the world. Whatever made them happy, I would do it. 1 no longer cared about my own thoughts
The only thing I didn’t want was to be forced to find a man.
“I heard there’s a hospital that’s great at treating infertility, Rena. How about we go check it out tomorrow? Even if you don’t get married again, you can still have your own kid!” My mom always wanted to have a grandchild, but I couldn’t fulfill her wish.
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Seeing my mom’s pleading eyes, I didn’t refuse. I obediently nodded in agreement.
Only then did my mom show a satisfied smile. After dinner, she went to clean the dishes, and I went to shower, feeling a bit worried about my body. My period was irregular again this month, with less flow, and my lower abdomen wasn’t as painful as before, but there was a vague pain.
Maybe I should have gone to a hospital for a checkup, then taken care of my body.
Even if I remained single for life, I needed a healthy body. I still had to take care of my parents.
The next moming, my mom woke me up early. My dad drove us to a gynecology hospital. It was a small private hospital, and the air conditioning was blasting. I followed the doctor’s directions, doing the examination step by step, while my mom accompanied me, waiting outside while I was being examined.
That’s not right!” The doctor doing the ultrasound was a bit puzzled, “Miss, aren’t you already pregnant? Why are you here for an infertility checkup? Thank goodness we did an ultrasound first; what if the other tests harmed you?”
I was lying on the bed, with my clothes pulled up, revealing a flat stomach. My previously calm heart began to pound. It felt like I was hearing things. Even my own Voice sounded strange, “What? I’m pregnant?”
“Yes, look. There’s a gestational sac here, right here!” The doctor even pointed it out for me.
Lwas totally clueless, just staring blankly at that little black thing. After a few seconds, an overwhelming joy bubbled up inside me, like the poorest person in the world suddenly hitting the jackpot!
‘I’m really pregnant? Is that my baby?” I stuttered out the question.
“You’re not a little girl anymore. How can you not even know you’re pregnant? Oh my, the doctor suddenly looked again, “You’re having twins!”
