Emily opened her eyes wearily, her head and body aching. The pungent smell told her that she was in the hospital.
"What's wrong with me?" Emily asked. Her voice is soft and weak.
A person was sitting opposite the bed, but her vision was a little blurry, and she couldn't see who he was. But no matter who he was, she wanted to know what was going on with her.
The man stood up, placed a chair beside her bed, and sat down.
Only then did Emily see who this man was. He was Franklin.
"Mr... Mr. Brent." Emily murmured, her voice deadly quiet.
"There are two messages for you now. Which one do you want to hear first?" Franklin asked.
"Good news or bad news?" Emily's heart tightened. Could it be that she was incurably ill?
Her vision was becoming clearer, allowing her to see Franklin's face clearly. However, Franklin always had a poker face, and she could not tell anything from his emotionless face.
However, they did not know each other at all, so even if she was incurably ill, he would not be sad or happy!
"Both are good news for me, but not necessarily for you," Franklin added.
"Whatever you want!" Emily was secretly relieved.
Both were good news for him, so she was not going to die. Even they were not close, he should not be happy to know she was dying.
"Well, the first one is that you are pregnant."
"Ah?"
"The second one is that you are severely anemic and malnourished. You are not suitable for an abortion. Otherwise, it might be difficult for you to get pregnant again in the future."
"Ah?"
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