Chapter 1402: Chapter 1402: Find Out Pregnancy
Clyde Summers is not a doctor, staying at the Summers Family is futile.
To Atra Blanc, he is just a young master of the Summers Family, a fifteen-year-old boy, with a huge gap in both identity and age between them.
She avoids him as much as possible.
Clyde Summers followed his father’s advice and went to school first.
Leaving was extremely painful, wanting to express his longing and reluctance to her, but her eyes were confused, so he swallowed all his words... In the end, he said nothing and left in silence.
He had to admit to himself being inept and weak.
Apart from studying hard and growing up quickly, he seemed to have no other way out.
...
After Clyde Summers left, Atra Blanc remained the same, doing her duties, taking care of Old Master Summers’ daily needs.
Sometimes, passing by a mirror, she couldn’t help but stop, staring blankly at her own reflection, unable to come to her senses for a long time.
Old Master Summers regularly took her to the hospital for check-ups.
A month later, not only did Atra Blanc’s amnesia not show any progress, but she was also found to be pregnant.
Counting the days, it should have happened that day.
Old Master Summers knew well whose child it was, and knew this child could not be kept, so he instructed the doctor to take care of it as soon as possible.
He didn’t tell Atra Blanc.
The poor girl didn’t even know she was pregnant, thinking it was just a routine check-up, after all, she had already undergone various strange examinations and medical devices for the treatment of her amnesia, moreover, after the doctor was bribed, there were countless ways to mislead her.
She obediently walked into the treatment room, completely unaware of the fate she was about to face.
Old Master Summers sat outside waiting, his fingers trembling slightly out of control.
In this era, abortions were not common, and abortion surgeries were not mature either, the risks of the surgery were very high.
Thinking about the child carrying Summers Family’s blood, Old Master Summers’ heart ached, his expression growing more solemn... He couldn’t bear it either, but if born, how to raise?
Not to mention the fifteen-year-old Clyde Summers, even the twenty-year-old Atra Blanc was actually just an immature child herself!
In the future, she could have money to her name and marry at any time, but with a child, what would people say about her?
A child with an unknown father, a child who may inherit diseases, a child born from drug-induced chaos...
No matter how he considered it, the child should not be kept.
Old Master Summers waited with a stern expression, but the doctor soon came out, shaking his head with difficulty: "The condition of the uterus is not good, if she doesn’t keep this child, it might be very difficult for her to conceive in the future, I suggest you discuss this with Miss Blanc..."
Old Master Summers’ tense heart inexplicably relaxed.
"I see..." he sighed softly.
After a moment of silence, he waved the housekeeper over and said, "She saved my life, I can’t let her spend the rest of her life without support, raise this child in the Summers Family, and in the future, the child can provide for her in old age. If she wants to take the child away later, she can, if not, the child will stay with the Summers Family, and give her some money as compensation..."
The housekeeper hesitantly asked, "But the child’s identity..."
"Absolutely cannot be connected to Clyde," Old Master Summers said in a low voice, "He is a favored son of heaven, with limitless prospects, nothing to do with drugs, murder, or the child."
"Master..." the housekeeper looked at him with concern.
Old Master Summers closed his eyes and said, "Take her back first... Let me think, think again, about how to explain to her."
Suddenly having a big belly, there must be a clear explanation of where the child came from.
Atra Blanc took a nap on the operating table, and when the anesthesia wore off, she opened her eyes, completely unaware that the tiny life in her belly had gone through a life-and-death ordeal.
When she came out, she saw the over fifty-year-old Old Master Summers still waiting outside.
Clearly in poor health, yet always personally attending to her matters, Atra Blanc felt warm in her heart.
Wasn’t she just a caregiver?
Was it necessary to treat a caregiver so well?