At Natalie’s insistence, Shane had no choice but to relent. Nonetheless, he was inwardly planning to instruct the housekeeper in the villa to stick to her side and take care of her meticulously in the following half a month.
Otherwise, he wouldn’t be able to rest easy.
In no time, an hour flew past. The nurse then informed Natalie that she could enter the operating theater.
Despite having braced herself mentally, a tidal wave of reluctance washed over Natalie when she truly had to step into the operating theater and abort the baby.
She was even gripped by the urge to take off and go back on her decision.
No, I can’t do that. I can’t keep this baby.
At that thought, she inhaled deeply and steeled her resolve. After a final look at Shane, she followed the nurse into the operating theater.
Subsequently, the nurse instructed her to lie down on the operating table and prepare for anesthesia.
Natalie stared at the cold operating table for a long while. Digging her nails into her palms, she forced herself to lie down on it.
The nurse then started administering the anesthesia while the doctor laid out the tools for the operation at the side.
“Please relax, Ms. Smith. Your body is too tense that I can’t get the needle in,” the nurse urged as she squeezed Natalie’s stiff arm.
Natalie forced a smile. “Sorry, I’m too nervous. I’ll try my best to relax.”
As she said that, she regulated her breathing and calmed her pounding heart.
Two minutes later, her body finally relaxed.
Sensing that the muscles in her arm were no longer as stiff, the nurse jabbed the needle in.
Shortly after, Natalie felt dizzy and weak.
Right away, she knew that the anesthetic had started taking effect.
Just when her mind had gone fuzzy, and she was on the brink of losing consciousness, she abruptly heard the doctor and nurse conversing.
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