<h4>Chapter 471: 471-He Won’t Listen To My Wishes</h4>


    <strong>Clementine:</strong>


    I had been waiting for Yorick toe back with a test, but when he returned, he started making excuses.


    I knew his mother was a well-known doctor, but there was still a chance that she could be wrong. I knew my body better than she did.


    To be honest, I did not even know if she had checked me, because by the time I arrived, I had not seen her in the room.


    Even when I was passed out, I could not be sure she came in. She might have only seen me being brought inside.


    Once, I firmly told Yorick that I wanted a test, and he confidently told me that I was not pregnant.


    So I had to change my tone and be gentle with him. Yet he got up and told me that I needed some medicine.


    "It is a medicine for the weakness you have been feeling," he uttered, standing so close to the edge of the bed where I was sitting that I had to pull myself away just to stretch my neck back and look at his face.


    "Yorick, I do not need medicine. I have had enough things injected into my body. All I need is rest and a pregnancy test," I demanded again, this time choosing to be firm.


    I did not like it when someone told me I needed to do things differently. If I was asking for a basic necessity, I wanted it done.


    "Come on, Clementine. It is for the weakness in your knees. Do you not want to be on your feet again? You are so stubborn, like a little child," Yorick remarked. His tone was harsh at first, then softened as he finished by calling me a brat.


    "Yorick, I am not putting anything into my body. That is my decision," I warned him, snapping at him atst.


    I did not need to be gentle with him. If he thought I was rude, he could kick me out of his house. I could crawl my way somewhere else.


    He stepped away from me and ced his hands on his waist before running them through his hair.


    "How are you feeling now?" he asked, facing me again, his hands still on his waist.


    There was tension on his face that felt strange to me. I felt weak and numb in most parts of my body, but seeing how focused he was on giving me medicine, I decided to lie.


    "Actually, I am feeling pretty fine now," I replied, watching him tilt his head and squeeze one eye shut.


    "Really? Can you get up?" he asked, stepping back to give me space.


    I kept watching his face in disbelief. Either he truly cared for me, or he was trying to control me.


    I pulled the nket off and put my feet down. Then, holding the edge of the mattress, I pushed myself up.


    However, the moment I did, my feet crumbled, as if there had been no life in them for years. He was quick to hold me and keep me from falling, then carefully lowered me back down.


    "See? Just take this medicine, and then I will bring you the test. I promise you," he told me.


    I was anxious too. Feeling that numb in my body was not a good sign. I had not told him, but a few fingers on my left hand had gone numb as well. It felt as if, if nothing was done, my body would be paralyzed.


    I did not respond and let him pull out an injection. But the moment my eyesnded on the liquid inside, something began to rise in me.


    "What is this medicine?" I asked, noticing its color. It had a strange, dark pink shade.


    "It is an energy capsule. When your body starts going numb, this medicine helps the veins circte blood properly and gives the body a boost. In your case, if you are pregnant, it will help keep the baby secure," he exined, smiling as he squatted in front of me and held out his hand for my arm.


    "What is the medicine’s name?" I asked. I noticed the way he slowly closed his fist before standing again. There was frustration in his posture.


    "Clementine, I do not know. I am not a doctor. I just know this is the right medicine," he replied, showing me the needle.


    "Well, if you are not a doctor, then how can you be so certain this is the right injection?" I challenged him, my fingers curling into the bedsheet.


    "Clementine, do you even know what you are saying?" he asked. "You are making it seem like my mother would give you something harmful."


    This time, his tone was different. He sounded offended.


    "Why are you responding so aggressively to me?" I snapped at him.


    He looked at me and then shrugged, almost as if asking when he had done that.


    "I guess any patient has the right to deny medicine, especially when they do not even know if there is anything wrong with their body. And before you tell me that your mother knows best, let me tell you that I know my body too," I snapped angrily.


    I kept talking until my mouth felt dry.


    He raised his hand, signaling for me to calm down.


    "Yeah, I know you know your body well, and that is why I am asking you to take this medicine, because you know very well that you cannot even move properly anymore," he uttered softly, then grunted, reminding me of my lie.


    He was not lying. It was the truth. I could not move anymore. But something about the medicine was making me panic.


    "Come on, Clementine, you know I only mean well for you. So please, let us take this medicine, so that I can go and get you a test, okay?" he urged, his tone turning gentle as he approached me again.


    I gulped as I watched him raise the needle, ready to inject it into me.