He hadn't returned home for several days, and she was well aware that if she didn't call him, he wouldn't come back. Yet, she couldn't postpone telling him about the pregnancy any longer.
Biting her trembling lower lip, Jack sat alone in the dimly lit room, her phone clutched tightly in her hand. It was a matter of great consequence, and the weight of it seemed to bear down on her shoulders. She had rehearsed the conversation in her mind countless times, but now, when the moment had arrived, courage deserted her.
A few seconds passed, her breath shaky, and the phone remained untouched.
She sighed, putting the phone back on the table. Perhaps it was better to wait until he returned. He needed to know, but timing was crucial.
Minutes turned into hours as she waited anxiously in the clinic. The little nurse who had offered to help her never returned, leaving her alone in a sea of uncertainty.
Eventually, Jack couldn't bear the waiting any longer. She stood up, made her way to the door, and slowly pushed it open.
Peeking out into the corridor, she heard faint voices nearby. Turning her head, she spotted a familiar figure approaching the elevator.
Why was Du Yue here? What brought him to the hospital?
Jack squinted, observing carefully. It was indeed him.
Before she could investigate further, the door of a nearby ward swung open. A white-coated doctor with blonde hair stepped out, followed closely by a tall, imposing figure.
The moment she laid eyes on him, Jack's heart seemed to freeze in her chest.
Why was Jack here? Was he unwell?
Before she could process the shock, the man turned his head and their eyes locked. Panicking, Jack swiftly retreated, seeking refuge in the clinic she had left moments ago.
Her heart raced within her chest as she hid behind the door, an inexplicable sense of tension overcoming her, as though she were a thief caught in the act.
The man's distinctive voice resonated through the corridor, reaching her ears, and she strained to listen.
"Peter, is her current physical condition suitable for surgery?" Jack inquired.
Jack, standing still, held her breath, her ears perked.
Who was undergoing surgery?
The foreign doctor, Peter, responded in fluent Chinese, "Miss Ye's physical condition is stable at present, but her emotional state is highly volatile. That's our main concern. In the long run, her emotional instability might pose complications for the surgery."
Jack's voice held a note of concern as he responded, "Is there any solution to stabilize her mood?"
"The best course of action for her now is to proceed with the surgery as soon as possible. I've reviewed the message you sent me regarding the organ donor. If everything goes smoothly on her end, I can arrange for the surgery at the earliest opportunity."
After a brief pause, Jack affirmed, "I understand. Please proceed as soon as possible. Thank you."
Peter reassured him, "You're welcome."
Jack stood at the door of the consultation room, straining to hear the conversation occurring not far from her.
However, the information she had overheard was overwhelming, leaving her in a bewildered state. One name mentioned in the conversation stood out in her mind: "Miss Ye." Could it be Ye Wan'er?
With that name came a rush of anxiety. Jack's initially relaxed demeanor gave way to tension, her mind a whirlwind of confusion.
Suddenly, the sound of voices outside the door caught her attention once more.
"Mr. Jack, everything is in order."
It was Du Yue speaking.
"Good," replied Jack in his usual cold tone. After a brief pause, he seemed to recall something. "Are all the organ donation procedures ready?"
Du Yue answered briskly, "Everything is prepared, and it's time for your wife to sign the papers."