Frederick Mortcombe was alarmed! He was in utter shock learning the fate of the woman and how badly stressed she was for it to show on her fetal ultrasound examination.
And when the doctor replied about the well-being of the unborn child, he, unintentionally, scoffed yet again. It was just NOT what he wanted to hear. Just like that, he fell on selective hearing as the Professional's words drone in the background like the sound of his Jeep's smooth whirring.
All he could pick up from the person's advice was 'to ensure the mother of the child is stress-free as much as possible'. Which coincidentally, was exactly what he had been trying to do. Had he not?
It was not long until his prisoner came out from the other side of the curtain, looking rather despondent and down. Immediately he sat upright with worry and itching to ask what had happened for her to be in a miserable state.
