As Mrs. Walker sipped her tea, she was stillining resentfully, "Is that family out of their minds? The woman is already dead. Her body is just going to be turned to ash at the crematorium. They might as well take the money. I offered them a million, and the price was negotiable, but they were just so stubborn. A child who lost its mother at birth is going to need money to be raised, isn''t it?"


    Mrs. Walker''s words seemed to have a twisted logic to them, but they were incredibly grating.


    Mindful of her status, Dr. Powell could only try to cate her. "Have some tea and calm down. It''s understandable that the family is distraught. They came expecting a joyous new addition, but instead, the mother lost her life. I heard she was only twenty-five, so young. She never even got to hold her newborn baby."


    Having worked in obstetrics for years, Dr. Powell still felt powerless in the face of an amniotic fluid embolism. The mortality rate was over 90%, and with the patient having a Rh-negative, it was practically a death sentence.


    The family, however, clearly couldn''t ept this reality. They had cried at the hospital all day, only leaving in a daze after the hearse took the body away.


    As they were leaving, the newborn baby cradled in their arms suddenly let out a wail, as if he already sensed that the mother he had been connected to for ten months was gone.


    The image of that family leaving was heartbreaking to even think about.


    It wasn''t that Mrs. Walker felt no sympathy for them, but she hadn''t been the one to cause the death. She wanted the deceased''s kidney, but she wasn''t trying to take it for free. She was offering them money. Wasn''t that helping them?


    People''s thinking was just so backward. The person was dead. Keeping the body intact did nothing but let it rot before being burned to ash. Taking money was far more practical.


    Unfortunately, this family was infuriatingly unreasonable. They had even gotten the police involved.


    Not only had Mrs. Walker failed to achieve her goal today, but she had also been utterly humiliated. Just as she was stewing in her anger, there was a knock on Dr. Powell''s office door.


    Dr. Powell said, "Come in," and Bet walked in with his arm around Yvonne.


    They were both slightly surprised to see Mrs. Walker there.


    "Mrs. Walker," Bet said, everposed. Even in this situation, he greeted her with perfect courtesy.


    "Bet, dear. Are you two here for


    a check-up? The baby should be here in a few more months. Let me be the first to congratte you Mrs. Walker replied with a smile, putting on her best act as a doting matriarch.


    However, the smile was visibly stiff, and a closer look would reveal the corners of her eyes were slightly red.


    Once upon a time, Bet had been her daughter''s boyfriend, the perfect son-inw for the Walker family. But this little vixen Yvonne had stolen him away.


    After breaking up with Bet, Ynda had no better options and had to marry that illegitimate son, Eden Monroe. In the end that


    useless man not one


    ended up in prison but also caused Ynda to have a a therapeutic abortion, which had now led to her health problems.


    Mrs. Walker wanted nothing more than to strangle Yvonne and the wretched creature in her womb.


    After greeting Mrs. Walker, Bet turned his attention to Dr. Powell.


    All of Yvonne''s other tests were normal, but the results of the Down syndrome screening would take a few days.


    Dr. Powell gave them some more advice on pregnancy care, and then they left.


    After Yvonne and Bet were gone, Dr. Powell looked down to organize the test reports, cing them in Yvonne''s prenatal booklet.


    As she reviewed the reports, her brow furrowed slightly.