As Dr. Powell reviewed the reports, her brow furrowed slightly.


    "What is it? Is there a problem with her tests?" Mrs. Walker couldn''t help but ask.


    Mrs. Walker was hoping that there was something wrong with Yvonne''s baby, that she too would have to have an abortion like Ynda, just to give her a taste of that suffering.


    She''d heard Yvonne had a heart condition and had undergone surgery before. It would be even better if she died on the operating table.


    Mrs. Walker was a ssic case of misery lovespany.


    "The tests are fine. It''s just that Mrs. Thompson also has a Rh-negative. Sigh, it''s quite worrying," Dr. Powell said.


    Because a patient with a Rh-negative had just died from an amniotic fluid embolism, the incident had put the entire hospital on high alert.


    Although the probability of an embolism was extremely low,f anything happened to the woman carrying the Thompson heir, in their hospital, the consequences would be unbearable.


    Dr. Powell decided that when Yvonne''s due date approached, she would have to order an ample supply of blood from the blood bank in advance, just in case.


    When Mrs. Walker heard that Yvonne also had a Rh-negative, her eyes lit up for a second, but the light quickly died out.


    This wasn''t an era where the Walker family could do whatever they wanted anymore. Moreover, with the Rogers family gone, if she wanted to take Mrs. Thompson''s kidney, she would have to seriously consider her own capabilities first.


    ...


    Yvonne and Bet left the hospital and drove straight home.


    The car was silent on the way.


    Bet''s knuckles were white against the steering wheel, his grip so tight it looked like the leather might snap.


    Yvonne, sitting in the passenger seat, looked down, shielding her eyes and gently ced her hand over his.


    "I''m driving, don''t mess around," Bet said, ncing at her with a calm, even tone.


    "Why are you so tense while driving?" Yvonne asked, blinking.


    Bet pressed his lips into a hard, thin line, his silence heavy.


    Seeing this, Yvonne couldn''t help but sigh softly.


    The new mother who had died in childbirth today, and the faint sounds of her family''s heartbroken cries from the hallway, had


    inevitably cast a shadow over them.


    Bet had always valued Yvonne more than his own life. If anything happened to


    her while giving birth, he would probably want to kill himself.


    Before Yvonne got pregnant, he had wanted a child that belonged to them.


    After she became pregnant, starting from the moment her morning sickness began Bet spent every waking moment osciting between deep concern and outright regret for putting her through this.


    But the word "regret" had never been in Yvonne''s vocabry.


    It reminded her of her days as an undercover agent. Back then, she''d been prepared to pay the ultimate price, and she''d never once looked back with regret.


    In life, there are things one does, and things one doesn''t do.


    Getting pregnant hadn''t been Bet''s decision alone. If Yvonne hadn''t wanted to, she had plenty of ways to prevent it, and Bet would never have forced her.


    Since she had made the decision, she had never thought about regretting it. Feeling a life grow inside her body was truly a magical thing.


    “Bet, please don''t be so nervous. The chances of an amniotic fluid embolism are extremely rare. The baby won''t be here for another five months. If you start worrying needlessly now, you''re going to make me nervous too.”


    Bet was silent for a moment after hearing her words. Then, with one hand still


    on the wheel, he reached out with the other to gently cup her cheek.


    He had been silent the whole ride, trying to get his emotions in check. He didn''t


    want his anxiety to affect her.


    "I''m sorry. I''m just losing my mind with worry."