Babel Novel
Chapter 567
Chapter 567
"Umm."
"Your baby's development indeed isn't progressing too well,” the doctor spoke after a moment. "Did you say the examination two weeks ago showed that it was undersized by about two weeks?"
"Yes. How about now?" Violette's heartstrings were taut as she awaited the doctor’s verdict. If her baby's growth had stopped, even if she wanted to keep the child, she would be helpless. She was prepared for the worst.
"Could you show me the last ultrasound report?" The doctor set down the ultrasound probe and handed her a tissue. She took it, cleaned her abdomen, and handed the doctor the ultrasound report from her bag.
After checking the last ultrasound report, the doctor said, "Although your baby's development isn't promising, compared to last time, there is still some progress. If you want to keep this baby, you can rest well, eat nutritious food, and monitor the situation."
Violette's hanging heart suddenly dropped.
“Have you done the Down Syndrome screening?" The doctor printed this time's ultrasound report and handed it to her. Violette shook her head.
"You can do it now," the doctor solemnly said, "Did you eat breakfast this morning? If not, you can do it today."
Down Syndrome screening was a check for congenital mental retardation or neural tube defects. If the baby had Down Syndrome, the child would have developmental delays, intellectual disabilities, and multiple organ development disorders or malformations.
Violette knew she could do the Down Syndrome screening now, but she was scared. What if the test showed that the baby had a problem? She was afraid.
Even though she had said she would keep the baby even if there were problems, facing such a result would still require enormous courage.
"Ms. Dennis, your baby's development is smaller than average, and it's very necessary for you to do this test," sensing her hesitation, the doctor encouraged her, "If the child is unhealthy, it's best to terminate the pregnancy. It'd be the best choice for both you and the baby."
Violette murmured, "The best choice..."
"Yes. Down Syndrome can't be cured at present. Ms. Dennis, | know you're a brilliant neurologist, but even you are helpless in the face of such diseases, aren't you? If you can’t be sure that the child can have a normal life, it's best to end the suffering in the womb."
The words of the doctor calmed Violette's emotions a lot. Her previous arguments with Elijah about the child were largely influenced by her subjective emotions. She blamed him for neglecting the baby's health and being too cold-hearted, so she told Elijah that even if the baby had a problem, she would still give birth.
"Please write me a referral," she finally said. After the doctor wrote the referral and handed it to her, the doctor said, "| wish you and your baby luck." "Thank you," she accepted the referral and went to the lab.
There were quite a few people in the lab. She had to wait for a while before it was her turn. After drawing blood, the doctor told her the results would be ready in a week.
"Are there electronic results?" she asked.
"Yes. We will send you a message.”
"Okay, thank you."
After leaving the hospital, Violette bought a ticket back home. aye reflexivel wantedto geha the ticket ABRAMS to Mike, but just before hitting send, she hesitated. Please read the original content at .
Mike couldn't keep a secret and would tell Joey everything, and Joey was very loyal to Elijah. After pondering, she deleted the message. She didn’t have to tell Mike everything anymore.
The next day, at the capital airport of Country A, Violette walked ok oF the erbexit with ier suitcase, keeping a low profile. Please read the original content at .
She was notorious in Country A, the big scammer who tricked Elijah out of ten billion.
She wore a baseball cap and a mask, covering her face tightly. She wa wearing a loos placket Shir Whi covered hePstig tly protruding belly. Below was a black and white plaid long skirt, and a pair of flat shoes on her feet. Please read the original content at .Content is © by NôvelDrama.Org.
After leaving the airport, she hailed a taxi on the roadside and told the driver her address.
As the taxi started moving, she pulled out her phone, opened the contact list, and dialed a number—