Sorry for Your Loss, It's Me, I'm the Loss novel Chapter 854

But with Bennett away at the base, likely for a few days, she would have to wait for his return to discuss it.

Until they could come up with a proper plan, Yvonne’s pregnancy would have to remain a secret.

However, no one could have predicted that the first person outside their inner circle to find out would be Yolanda.

Yolanda was nearly five months pregnant, and the fetus was relatively stable.

Due to a major surgery in her past, Yolanda's health had always been fragile, requiring her to have twice as many prenatal check-ups as a typical expectant mother.

And in all of Istra, Dr. Powell was the foremost obstetrician, so she had been personally overseeing all of Yolanda's check-ups.

When Yvonne and Bennett left the hospital that afternoon, they didn't notice Yolanda, but she saw them.

“What is Yvonne doing at the obstetrics clinic?” Yolanda wondered aloud, her brow deeply furrowed.

Eden rarely accompanied Yolanda to her check-ups; it was almost always her own mother, Mrs. Walker, who came with her.

“Who knows?” Mrs. Walker said dismissively. “An actress like her has probably slept with countless men. She's probably riddled with STDs for all we know.”

Mrs. Walker’s words were dripping with malice, even though she knew perfectly well that Yvonne couldn't possibly have that kind of disease. If she did, she would have hidden it, not paraded into the hospital with Bennett by her side.

“I have an appointment with Dr. Powell. Let’s go in. She’s very busy and won't have much time for us,” Mrs. Walker said, pulling Yolanda along into Dr. Powell's office.

Dr. Powell was in the middle of filing Yvonne's recent test results into her medical record.

Just as Dr. Powell finished, the office door burst open. The head nurse rushed in, saying urgently, “Dr. Powell, a critical patient just arrived in the ER—a pregnant woman. The hospital director has requested you for a consultation.”

Hearing it was an emergency, Dr. Powell didn't hesitate for a second, immediately rising from her chair.

She handed the order forms to Mrs. Walker and Yolanda, told them to get the tests done, and then hurried out.

Now, only Mrs. Walker and Yolanda were left in the office.

Yolanda was still sitting on the examination table, her gaze fixed on something, silent.

“Let's go get the tests done. Don't worry too much. Babies don't grow by a ruler; it's normal for them to grow more one month and less the next. When I was pregnant with you, the doctors kept saying you wouldn't make it, and look, I still managed to raise you to be this big.”