In Love, Never Say Never (Ashton Fuller and Scarlett Stovall) novel Chapter 617

The elder didn’t respond to it but merely nodded. Then, he gestured at him to get up and checked up on me by himself. A moment later, he looked at me and said, “May I know how old you are?”

“Thirty-one!”

The elder nodded and continued, “Do you have children?”

I initially nodded but quickly shook my head in response. He knitted his brows and asked, “Do you have children? Just nod your head if the answer is yes.”

“No!”

A little startled, he said, “Based on your symptoms, you seemed to have carried a child before. Besides, your pregnancy should be full-term.”

I pursed my lips for a while and decided to tell him the truth. “I had a miscarriage, and my baby suffocated to death.”

Still frowning, he paused for a while and explained, “If you’re not planning to have a baby, you can still maintain your health by having healthy food and lifestyle. However, it will be problematic if you plan to have a baby because you might have uterine bleeding. Given that your body is weak, both you and your baby might be in danger if you insist on giving birth to the baby. After the previous surgery, the doctor should have informed you that your uterine wall is thin. In that case, you’ll probably have recurring miscarriages.”

I looked at the doctor in disbelief and asked bewilderedly, “But I had my previous baby through an artificial way instead of…”

He nodded and replied, “I understand. Due to that reason and your age, it’s not easy to be pregnant. Even if you’re pregnant, chances are the same outcome will occur again.”

My brain was buzzing when I exited the hospital. After the surgery, I dedicated myself to taking care of Summer and never thought about pregnancy.

Hence, I never thought that I couldn’t carry a baby anymore due to the surgery. Back then, because the amniotic fluid leaked, my baby instinctively struggled by kicking my uterine wall.

Moreover, I contracted some diseases due to my vagina tears. As a result, my immune system was disrupted and automatically rejected sperms from joining my egg. In other words, it was almost certain that I was infertile.

How ridiculous was my life! When I became hopeful to have a new life, reality plunged a knife into my body to stop me from moving forward.

Later, I bumped into Marcus when I was in the hospital. I wasn’t sure if he happened to be here or on purpose.

After nearly half a year, he still looked handsome but was a little languish.

He blocked my way and said in a deep voice, “Scarlett, we need to talk.”

I frowned and looked up at him. “We have nothing to talk about.”