She had a point. An induced labor could cause severe bleeding, but an early-term abortion carried very low risks.
Furthermore, Lucille's procedure was done at Capital General Hospital. Even thirty years ago, their medical standards were elite. An error like that simply shouldn't have happened.
Unless.
"A standard abortion wouldn't have caused me to bleed out," Lucille said softly, lowering the glass.
I immediately took the cup from her shaking hands and set it aside.
A bitter smile touched the corner of Lucille's lips as she lifted her heavy eyelids to look at Sabrina. "Because your grandmother didn't just order an abortion. She paid them to give me a hysterectomy."
"What?" I gasped, the air rushing out of my lungs. Looking at Lucille's pale, exhausted face, it felt as though a sledgehammer had slammed into my chest.
No wonder she had hemorrhaged. It wasn't a simple procedure. The abortion was just the preamble to forcibly removing her uterus.
But if Lucille had a hysterectomy, how on earth did she give birth to Sabrina later?
Sabrina was equally horrified. She stood frozen, jaw slack, before she finally stammered out, "H-How is that possible? Grandma... she wouldn't..."
"If you don't believe me, pull my medical records. Look for the file detailing a botched hysterectomy. The evidence is right there in black and white," Lucille snapped, her tone dripping with ice.



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