What?
Sabrina was nonplussed.
Standing in the doorway, Devin hurried over when he heard that.
“More than eight months? Doctor, how do you know?”
“Look here. The baby’s head circumference and bone development show the pregnancy is over eight months. Mr. Jadeson, I think your wife might have gotten the date wrong. Has she had any prenatal checkup before?”
The doctor pointed at the ultrasound image of the fetus.
Devin couldn’t take his eyes off the image.
Is this my baby?
Gazing at the fetus on the screen, he felt his heart pounding as he stared at the fetus on the screen. Even his fingers quivered slightly.
That was an innate, fatherly love.
“Mr. Jadeson?”
“Yeah, she probably remembers the date wrongly… It should be the twenty-third of July.”
Devin snapped out of his trance. His ears turned red as he mentioned a date with certainty.
Right after he spoke, Sabrina, who was on the bed, turned to shoot daggers at him.
How could he remember this date?
Her eyes widened instantly, and a glint of disbelief flashed across them. He remembered because they spent that night in Coldbridge.
“You’re right. If we calculate using this date, her pregnancy is around eight months. Mr. Jadeson, if this is the case, the baby is too small.”
“Too small?”
“Yeah, she’s underweight, and the baby’s organs aren’t fully developed. This is quite a severe issue. In the coming months, they’ll have to keep up.”
There was pessimism in the doctor’s voice.
Color drained from Devin’s face within seconds.
He was about to ask for solutions when he saw Sabrina staring at them in trepidation.
Her hands, which she had placed calmly at her sides earlier, were clutching the sheets. Seeing that, he bit his tongue at once.
“I got it. Let me send my wife outside first.”
“Sure.”
The doctor was thoughtful.
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