A Woman Worth Billions Dated the Wrong Brother novel Chapter 441

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Amber POV

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The thought of finally leaving the hospital had me smiling before Jason even finished packing our bags. After a month surrounded by doctors, nurses, and machines, I was more than ready to return to the castle with our newborn sons. Lucas and Ethan had both been cleared to leave, and Jason was already checking that we had everything we needed for the journey home.

“You know we’re not moving to another country, right?” I asked when he inspected the bags for the third

time.

Jason glanced at me. “We’re bringing home two newborns. I’m allowed to be thorough.”

“You packed enough clothes for a week.”

“Babies are unpredictable.”

“So are their parents, apparently.”

He gave me a look, but the small smile tugging at his mouth ruined any attempt at seriousness. I laughed and settled back against the pillows, enjoying the thought that, in a few hours, I would be home with my husband and all our children under one roof again.

Then I picked up the discharge papers.

My smile faded as I scanned the pages.

“Jason, does something look strange to you?”

He came over and sat beside me. “What is it?”

“I spent a whole month in the hospital because of the poisoning. I had plenty of time to recover from the C- section, so I’m not questioning why they’re discharging me now.” I tapped the paperwork. “But the surgery is barely mentioned. Most women leave the hospital after a few days if everything goes well, and yet there’s almost nothing here about the procedure that brought our sons into the world.” (1

Jason took the papers and read through them. “Maybe the surgical records are filed separately.”

“Maybe. I’d still like Emory to check. I just want to know why it’s barely documented.”

“Then we’ll ask him before we leave.”

“Ask him what?” a familiar voice interrupted.

Mrs. Sun had entered the room without either of us noticing. She was carrying a small gift bag for the twins but her attention shifted to the papers in Jason’s hands.

I explained my concern, expecting her to agree that the records needed checking. Instead, she gave a humorless little laugh.

“Amber, you may find the answer more infuriating than you expect. Hospitals have a long history of treating childbirth as though it isn’t really surgery. A C-section is a major abdominal operation, but in too many medical systems, it gets treated as just another part of a woman’s duty to give birth.”

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stared at her. “How does that make any sense?”

“It doesn’t.” Mrs. Sun set the gift bag down. “A great deal of medical research has historically focused on men, while women’s pain and recovery have often been minimized or poorly studied. Add the assumption that women are naturally expected to endure pregnancy, childbirth, and everything afterward, and you get an attitude that says we should simply get on with our lives.”

Jason’s expression darkened as he looked down at my discharge papers again.

Mrs. Sun folded her arms. “Of course, that is complete bullshit. Giving birth doesn’t make a woman’s pain less important, and being a mother doesn’t mean she suddenly stops needing rest or medical care.”

“Apparently, some people think we’re supposed to deliver a baby, recover from major surgery, and then get straight back to work,” I said.

“Precisely.” Her voice sharpened. “As though caring for everyone else is a woman’s job, but caring for herself is an indulgence.”

I looked at the papers again, no longer merely puzzled. “So you think that’s why the surgery barely appears in-my records?”

“I think it’s a possibility worth investigating,” she replied. “But don’t assume that explains your particular case. Your surgery may have been documented separately, or there may be another reason. Emory should check the full medical file before we draw conclusions.” $1

That was exactly what I wanted to hear. I wasn’t interested in inventing a conspiracy where there might be a filing error, but I also wasn’t going to ignore something simply because someone might consider it unimportant.

Jason returned the papers to the bedside table and took my hand. “We’ll have Emory review everything. If something is missing, we’ll find out why.”

“And if it’s just another example of people treating women’s recovery as an afterthought,” I added, “then I’d like someone to explain that to me in person.”

Mrs. Sun smiled faintly. “I would enjoy being there for that conversation.”

“I’m sure you would.”

“Very much.”

Jason sighed, though the amusement in his eyes betrayed him. “I’m beginning to think the hospital is lucky we’re leaving today.”

“Only beginning?” I asked.