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    “Lie down and wait for your examination.”


    I obeyed, lying on the bed as she began the examination with precise, cold instruments. The room was silent except for the rhythmic beeping of the machines. My heart raced as I watched the doctor’s face, searching for any sign of what she might be thinking.


    But as the examination continued, her expression grew more serious, her brows furrowing deeply. My unease blossomed into full-blown fear. Unable to hold back any longer, I asked,


    “Doctor, how is my condition?”


    She didn’t answer immediately. Instead, she gave me a long, searching look before sighing, her expression a mixture of helplessness and regret. My heart sank like a stone. Could it really be true that I had a low chance of conceiving? Would I be able to pass this crucial assessment?


    My thoughts spiraled into a chaotic whirlpool, filled with fears for my future. I even began to contemte where I could possibly go if I were expelled from the pce.


    The examination finally ended, leaving me with a heavy heart. As I was about to leave the room, I nced back at the doctor, catching a faint, ominous whisper.


    “I’ve never seen such a difficult case for conception.”


    Her words hit me like a punch to the gut, freezing me in ce.


    It seemed my examination report was anything but optimistic.


    With a sense of dread weighing on me, I walked out to find Alice waiting, her face etched with concern. She rushed to my side, gripping my hand tightly.


    “How did the check go, Makenna?”


    I bit my lip, shaking my head with a somber expression. “I… it might not be good…”


    “How could that be?” Alice looked at me, her eyes wide with disbelief. She squeezed my hand, her fingertips gentle yet firm as she tried tofort me. “Don’t worry, the results aren’t out yet. We don’t know anything for sure.”


    “I hope you’re right.” My thoughts were a jumbled mess, and I struggled to find the right words.


    I knew how crucial this examination was. Leonardo had summoned us here to bear the princes’ offspring, and if I had difficulty conceiving, all my previous efforts could be rendered meaningless.


    The physical checks eventually concluded. We were instructed to line up ording to our numbers, waiting for the results that would determine our fate.


    I stood in line, my nerves frayed, constantly wondering what my oue would be. Was I really that difficult to conceive? What if I couldn’t stay?


    “Maybe I’m just overthinking it,” I whispered to myself, trying to cling to a shred of hope.


    Despite the doctor’s grim expression and the ominous words I’d overheard, I couldn’t help but hold onto a faint hope that somehow, I might still be able to stay.


    As the anticipation became unbearable, and I found myself wanting to ask someone—anyone—for reassurance, the doctor finally emerged from the examination room, carrying a stack of reports.


    She cleared her throat, addressing us with authority. “Ladies, the results are in. Please line up ording to your numbers. We will distribute the reports and inform you of the final oue.”


    The doctor handed the reports to Hayley, who began calling out our names, announcing our results one by one.


    Some women rejoiced, and others were visibly distressed.


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