His Destructive, Toxic Love novel Chapter 552

Chelsea was taken aback by the accusations, her mind buzzing so loudly it was like she had forgotten how to speak for a moment. She stood there, mouth agape, and after what felt like ages, finally managed to stammer, "Who said anything about an abortion? If that was on the cards, it would've happened way before five months. Seriously, who's not thinking straight here?"

"You..." Caleb was about to fire back when Eliza was wheeled out of the emergency room.

Eliza looked as pale as a ghost, which only deepened everyone's concern.

"Elle, how are you doing?"

"Elle, don't scare us like that."

"Elle..."

"She's still out cold," Caleb interjected, unable to hold back.

Chelsea's face fell. After all this, was the baby okay or not?

She marched up to Caleb, grabbed his arm, and demanded, "Is the baby alright? You didn't perform a D&C without permission, did you? How could you be so heartless? Did you even get her consent for an abortion? We're here to save lives, not for you to play executioner."

Caleb was left speechless.

Was she seriously laying into him?

He had been working tirelessly through the surgery, and not a single thank you. Now, she was calling him a murderer.

If he were, she’d be the first on his list.

"Just ask the nurse," Caleb replied, determined to end this pointless back-and-forth and walked off.

"Wait..." she called after him. How did someone like him even become a doctor? No compassion or empathy whatsoever. The Welton family was beyond saving.

Chelsea couldn't help but mutter a curse under her breath.

The nurse wheeled Eliza into the ICU, hooked her up to an IV, and gave Chelsea some instructions.

"Press the call button when the IV finishes. She'll need several bags," the nurse said kindly.

Chelsea nodded and softly asked, "Nurse, can you tell me if my friend's baby is alright?"