"Mia, Kayla has been taking health care products all day, which is not good. She throws up after taking it, and she has lost weight in the past two days.
"Accompany Kayla to see the old doctor."
It happened to be my day off today, so I agreed immediately.
When I arrived at Kayla's house, I heard a quarrel inside before I even entered the door.
"Kayla, let me say it again, Megan is just my secretary. We are not in the relationship you think!"
"Do you dare to say that the lipstick mark on your collar is not hers?"
After a long silence, Victor slammed the door and walked out.
He happened to see me "eavesdropping" outside the door.
His face twisted, and he looked at me with disgust.
"Take good care of Kayla."
He left in a hurry after saying these.
Inside the house, Kayla was sitting on the sofa with her bulging belly. And Lisa was comforting her.
The tone was gentle.
"Kayla, you are pregnant. Don't be angry with Victor. As long as you give birth to a son, he will come back."
Kayla's eyes lit up, as if she suddenly realized something. "Yes! I must give birth to a son, and I can't give that woman what she wants!"
In the previous life, because Victor's family was rich, Lisa asked Kayla to marry him.
Lisa kept telling Kayla that men would cheat if they didn't have a son.
Under the influence of Lisa, Kayla's thoughts finally changed.
She was willing to hurt herself just to give birth to a son for Victor.
Kayla was always so simple-minded.
She believed whatever others said.
In this life, without the high-end ward and nutritious meals I arranged for her, Kayla's body became visibly weaker.
She even needed help to walk.
But her eyes were exceptionally bright.
She was counting on the son in her belly to win back Victor's heart.
I helped Kayla sit on the chair in front of Owen.
"Doctor Hall, I've been vomiting everything I eat lately. Sometimes I'll even vomit right after taking medicine. What should I do?"
She spoke in an urgent tone, with her hands tightly covering her swollen belly.
Owen raised his hand to feel Kayla's pulse.
He had grown a long beard on his face, which he was stroking gently with his eyes closed.
Sometimes he frowned and shook his head, sometimes he nodded and sighed.
Kayla, who was sitting opposite him, felt very uncomfortable and grabbed my hand.
She clenched it so hard that my hand hurt.
After a while, Owen let go of his hand.
After a long silence, he slowly spoke.