###Chapter 458 Those Who Have To Wait At The End Of Years – Part 12

Jordan didn't come in. He probably had a rest in the study.

The next day.

During Tomb Sweeping Day, there is a continuous drizzle.

Ivelle woke up with a severe sore throat. She was afraid that it was a cold. Coupled with her insomnia, it was safe and easy to conclude that her immunity resistance declined. It also seemed that it is not groundless to think that way.

She opened her eyes and was greeted by the scene of Jordan was raising his hand to try and checked the temperature of her forehead. His face was a little dark.

"Maybe I have a fever. It's all right!" Ivelle opened her mouth and got out of bed.

He got up, poured water and medicine to her. "Take the medicine and have a good rest for a while. If your situation is not good at noon, I will come back and take you to the hospital."

Ivelle nodded, leaned against the bed, and watched him go out.

It's not that easy to get rid of the fever. After looking for the papers, she took a taxi to the hospital.

Instead of going to the respiratory department, Ivelle went directly to see traditional Western medicine which was treated by an elderly man.

Instead of feeling her pulse, he called a very young boy and instructed his apprentice. "You feel her pulse."

This was a trainee student.

The boy looked at Ivelle and sat nervously at the table while he asked her to hold out her hand.

After taking a long time, the boy looked at the old man and looked at Ivelle again. He seemed a little uncertain.

The old man nodded to him and motioned to him to rest assured.

He hesitated for a moment and said. "From the pulse point of view, there is an internal injury to the spleen and stomach. Blood circulation deficiency of kidney water, lack of blood gas, and disharmony between the positive and dark energy in you."

The old man did not open his mouth, but nodded and motioned him to get up. The old man felt Ivelle's pulse again. A moment later, the old man looked at her and said. "How old are you, little girl?"

"31!"

The old man nodded and said. "Do you have any children?"

She nodded, thought for a moment, and shook her head. He frowned slightly. "Yes or no, just nod your head directly."

"No!"

He was stupefied and said. "You have had a child on your pulse, and it is a full-term birth."

She pursed her lips and told the truth. "I was stillborn and had a miscarriage."

He frowned paused and said. "Girl, if you don't have children and take care of your body, you can barely maintain it. If you plan to have children, I'm afraid it's difficult. Even if you want to have one in the future, you'll have uterine bleeding and it was easy for you to die. Also, you are already in poor health. After the last operation, the doctor should have told you that your ovary is weak and has problems. The same thing may happen to the next child."

Ivelle suddenly froze. She looked at him puzzled and said. "But the last child was made safely."

He nodded. "I know, but that's exactly the way it is. With your age, it's hard to get pregnant. Even if you do, it's easy to experience the same thing."

Her brain buzzed painfully when she came out of the hospital. After that operation, all of her attention was on the child.

She never thought that she would not be able to get pregnant because of the operation. When the baby was in the womb because the amniotic fluid burst and suffocated out of instinctive struggle, the child kicked into the inner wall of my uterus.

Besides, there are tears on the reproductive tract. She was infected with a lot of diseases and her autoimmune system automatically produce rejection, unable to accept the sperm, so she can hardly conceive again.

How ridiculous life is. Ivelle was sullen by the news. Probably when you are hopeful and ready to start a new life, reality gives you a knife so hard that you can't move on at all.

Ivelle met Aaron in the hospital. She didn't know if it was an accident or whether he was looking for her on purpose.

She hasn't seen him for half a year. He seemed to have suffered a lot and looked haggard, but it was undeniable to say that he was still handsome.

He stood in her way and said in a low voice, "Ivelle, let's talk."

She frowned and looked up at him. "We have nothing to talk about."

He sneered and laughed at himself. "So, I've disgusted you so much?" He said with sadness in his eyes.

Ivelle pursed her lips and didn't explain.

"Most of Badger's was acquired by Jordan, and the court for industry and commerce is looking into it, waiting for my sentence. Are you satisfied with the result?"

He smiled and said these words without the slightest pain as if he were talking about someone else.

She curled her lips and said. "Let's go and sit down."

Ivelle decided to talk with him in the lounge area under the hospital building.

April wind is very gentle, neither cold nor hot. They were silent for a moment before she plucked up her courage and looked at him.

Seeing him looking at me, she couldn't help but smile. "Do you regret saving me?"

He was slightly stupefied, then smiled. "Never!"

She lowered her eyes and felt relieved. "At first, I didn't understand why Jordan suddenly kill the Badger. He wouldn't let me contact you, let alone receive any information about you. Once he mentioned you, he collapsed and even started to lose his temper with me. "

As she looked up at him, Ivelle sighed slightly. "It was you who told him about the child and me at Frida's wedding that day, didn't you?"

He folded his lips, looked at Ivelle, and nodded. His eyes were a little heavy, but fortunately, he did not seem to hide anything and said. "When the child is taken out of your belly because of lack of oxygen, brain congestion plus compression. Although there is still breath, it didn't for long."

The pain in her heart suddenly began to make her tremble uncontrollably. Ivelle even couldn't breathe.

He looked at her with pain in his eyes. "I asked the doctor that if the baby will be saved, what was the success rate? He said almost zero. When I put him in the incubator, he opened his eyes. He has big and bright eyes, just like you. I think if he can grow up, he will be very much like you in the future. But Ivelle I'm sorry, the probability is too small, so when you don't wake up, I choose to give him up."

Ivelle grabbed her hand and clenched her fingers as she desperately tried to control her wails. Her nerves began to hurt but it wasn't enough to ease her.

"Why didn't you try? It's not hopeless, at least you should let me see him even at a glance. Why didn't you let me see him!"

His jaw moved and his face was quiet. "He's deformed, and even if he survives, it's a drag on you."

"But he is my child. When he was just inside my belly, I didn't take care of him properly and let him get hurt. How can you blame him?" She covered her face and couldn't breathe.

Aaron opened his mouth and looked at her with indifference in his eyes. "I told Jordan that I wanted him to let go of you, Ivelle. I don't need children. If you like children and give birth to Jane, I'll give her enough money to let her go back to M country. You keep the baby, just like Blossom. She's your child, isn't it?"

Ivelle looked at him with some ferociousness on her face mixed with some fear.

'When did he become so extreme?' She couldn't help but wonder.

He knew Ivelle couldn't get pregnant and have any more children, so he wanted Jane to have a baby and forced her away, and then trapped Ivelle around so he'll have both the baby and a lover.

She can't help but think he's so scary. "Aaron, don't you think you're too selfish? Jane loves you more than you think. You hurt her so unscrupulously that you will never meet someone who loves you as much as she did."