His Housewife Had Secret Identities novel Chapter 727

Niamh was completely stunned. “Dr. Garry, what are you talking about? Stabilize what pregnancy?”

Dr. Garry looked just as surprised by her question. “What, you didn’t know you were pregnant?”

Niamh was dumbfounded. For a moment, she wondered if she was still unconscious and dreaming.

Seeing the look on Niamh’s face, as if she’d seen a ghost, Dr. Garry had a moment of realization. “Oh, so you didn’t know… I was wondering. It would be incredibly irresponsible to go racing knowing you were pregnant.”

“…”

Niamh’s chest felt tight, her emotions surging like a rising tide. She suddenly found the situation darkly hilarious. How could a car crash result in her waking up with a baby?

The news was simply too shocking, too unbelievable.

“Dr. Garry… I think, maybe there’s been a mistake…”

“A mistake?” Dr. Garry tilted his head, not understanding. “What kind of mistake?”

“I mean… I shouldn’t be able to get pregnant.”

“Why not?”

“Because…” Niamh hesitated. “My uterus was injured. A doctor told me I’d be permanently infertile.”

Dr. Garry was taken aback. “That must have been a very severe injury… How about this? I’ll get the obstetrician to come talk to you.”

A short while after Dr. Garry left, the obstetrician, a female doctor named Dr. Waddell, came to Niamh’s room. She patiently listened to Niamh’s halting explanation.

“So you’re saying that rough intercourse caused uterine damage leading to permanent infertility? Well… while that could potentially cause an infection, permanent infertility from it is extremely rare… Besides, your test results are all back, and you are definitely pregnant… If you don’t believe it, we can run another blood test and do an ultrasound.”

Niamh followed Dr. Waddell’s advice and had her blood drawn again and got an ultrasound.

The result was the same: she was indeed one month pregnant. However, it was a threatened miscarriage, and Dr. Wallace said she had to stay in the hospital to stabilize the pregnancy, or she could lose the baby.

Here… a new life was already growing…

A sourness pricked her nose as she thought of her first child.

She had been so excited for that baby’s arrival. She had believed it was the fruit of her love with the first and only man she had ever loved.

She had imagined being a mother, giving all her love to that child, raising him well, being a good wife and a good mother.

Once, that had been Niamh’s greatest wish.

Niamh slowly closed her eyes, a sharp pain stinging them.

Her chest hurt even more.

In the end, just when she was ready to pour all her love into her child, fate had cruelly stripped her of the right to be a mother.