"Get rid of it."
Shen Heyu said somberly, recurring flashes of the scene she had witnessed before getting into the car occupied her mind.
After all, Pei Yansi never cared about this child.
She had no reason to torment herself, not physically nor emotionally.
The doctor said, "You're not married, are you? If you were, we would need your husband's signature to go ahead with the surgery. If unmarried, we need a family member's signature."
Shen Heyu replied, "My husband is dead."
The doctor let out an "Ah," and said, "Then, get a relative to come sign for you, I'll go schedule the surgery."
"Thank you."
The aunt was listening to their conversation on the side, feeling incredibly anxious—what would the old lady and the master feel if the child were to be terminated?
She didn't dare to say anything in front of Shen Heyu and quickly left the ward to call Pei Yansi.
