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Too Much to Bear, My Love novel Chapter 743

Chapter 743 Uterine Septum

Amelia Winters received a text message from Tiffany, who informed her that she was coming to the hospital for a body checkup. The former was startled and thought there was something wrong with the latter’s health, so she told Eleanor that she had to leave to attend to some matters and requested Sean to take care of their mother for the time being.

After leaving the ward, Amelia immediately called Tiffany. Once the call was connected, she asked directly, “Tiff, are you feeling unwell? Why did you come to the hospital for a checkup all of a sudden?”

“Babe, don’t worry. I’m all good. I just wanted to check if there’s anything wrong with my body. Derrick and I have been married for months now. We aren’t using any contraception, but I’m not pregnant yet. I don’t wish to have a child so early, but you know my mother-in-law. So, I thought of going for a checkup in the hospital. Could you ask James to arrange the best gynecologist in his hospital for me?” Tiffany explained.

Amelia understood what she meant instantly.

After a woman got married, most of the time, things were beyond her control, especially when it came to matters like having a child. It was as though it was a sin if a woman could not conceive. Because of that, many loving couples ended up parting ways.

A child did not only help to sustain the relationship between the husband and wife but also affected how a woman would be treated by her mother-in-law.

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Some families would even condemn the woman for not being able to bear a child.

At times, life was hard for women.

“Come over then. I’ll have James arrange an expert for you,” said Amelia.

After hanging up the phone, she purposely waited for Tiffany downstairs.

The latter drove an eye-catching red Audi and stopped the car somewhere not too far from the hospital. Once she got out of the car, she walked toward Amelia.

Amelia swept her gaze across her best friend, checking out her attire for the day—a bright red hat, a pair of black-framed glasses, a red dress, and red lipstick. Basically, she was wearing red from head to toe.

Her lips could not help but twitch at that sight. What kind of look is this? Why is she wearing red from head to toe? Does she think she doesn’t look flashy enough?

“Tiff, why did you dress up like this?” Amelia asked, baffled.

Tiffany let out a sigh and said, “My mother-in-law matched this outfit for me. She heard I was coming to the hospital for a checkup, so she insisted on having me wear everything in red. According to her, it would bring me endless luck, and we had to take every single step seriously so that I could get pregnant as soon as possible.”

The hint of weariness in her voice was evident. “Babe, although my mother-in-law looks fashionable and pretty on the outside, she has all kinds of conservative and backward thinking in mind. She has tried every method just to help me to conceive. I’m going to get kicked out of the family by her if I still can’t get pregnant.”

“This is not something you can rush, and it’s not like you can get pregnant at any time as you wish. You need to take things easy. If not, it’d be harder for you to conceive when you’re under so much stress because of her. Besides, the problem doesn’t only lie in you. Why didn’t you call Derrick along?” Amelia asked.

Holding her best friend’s hand, Tiffany walked into the hospital. Her striking red outfit had caught everyone’s attention.

“I wanted to, but my mother-in-law said Derrick is strong and healthy. Even if there’s something wrong, it’s surely my problem. Derrick was worried that his mom would keep picking on me, so he told me to come to the hospital alone. Everyone from his family has been urging me to have a child soon, but none of them is willing to accompany me to the hospital, including my husband,” Tiffany complained.

They entered the elevator, and Amelia observed Tiffany’s expression as she inquired cautiously, “Did something happen between you and Derrick?”

Tiffany was stunned for a moment before her face fell. “Babe, you’ve noticed that. I fought with him because of his mom yesterday. It wasn’t a big deal. I accidentally commented something about his mom, so we started arguing. But I guess we will be fine in a few days,” she remarked disappointedly.

Amelia felt her heart aching as she stared at Tiffany. Tiffany is supposed to look happy and dazzling after getting married to the love of her life, but she looks slightly pale. Besides, her face looks skinnier. It seems like she has been having a tough time in the Hisson family.

“Babe, you’re caught up in many problems too, yet I keep telling you all these. I’m sorry. Just don’t bother about me. I’ll deal with the problem in my marriage. Later at night, I’ll find a time to talk with Derrick. I love him, and I’m sure he feels the same too. We won’t get a divorce,” Tiffany stated firmly.

Amelia reached out and wanted to remove the glasses on Tiffany’s face, but the latter dodged and said, “Babe, what are you doing?”

“There’s no sunlight in here. You can remove them.”

“It’s fine. I feel pretty comfortable wearing them.”

Amelia’s face turned grim in an instant. Without hesitation, she removed Tiffany’s glasses and spotted the bruise around her eye. “Tiff, what happened?” she questioned furiously.

Tiffany grabbed the glasses from her grip and put them back on. “Babe, stop asking.”

The two stepped out of the elevator, and Amelia asked in a low voice, “Was Mrs. Hisson the one who did this to you?”

Tiffany shook her head.

A shocked look flitted across Amelia’s eyes. “Could it be Derrick who hit you?” she asked incredulously.

Tiffany was rendered speechless.

“Not them, but my father-in-law. He heard me talking back to my mother-in-law, so he slapped me for being disrespectful. I accidentally fell on the coffee table and hit the corner of my eye. Fortunately, my eye wasn’t injured, or else I would’ve gone blind,” said Tiffany, pretending that she was unbothered.

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