Chapter 9 No.9

Tracy stared up at the glass wall of the building.

Despite her inability to see well, she could feel a chilly stare observing her quietly.

Allow her back to cool, as if she had fallen into an ice cave.

Sean should have been so disgusted by her that he killed her.

Tracy pushed her way through the mob with the aid of Mark Spencer's security guards, glanced at Laura, who was writhing on the ground, and asked, "What do you really want?"

"You came just in time; ask Sean to come down and talk about property division after the divorce," Laura remarked as she stood up and patted the ash on her body.

"As I previously stated, his money has absolutely nothing to do with me."

"How can it not matter?" Laura shouted when she heard this. Have you given him three years of uninterrupted sleep? Quip! ""How does it make sense for him to play outside when women don't give money?"

Tracy opened her lips to say something but couldn't think of anything, so she turned to Mark Spencer and whispered, "Call the cops."

Mark Spencer gently bent his head.

"How can you just leave like this, I am all for whom, I will take a little of the money I want to come, and the rest is all yours!" Laura said. You're fine, I've been staring at you and raising you for so long!"

"You know what you've been for," Tracy remarked, shaking her head, "if you want to make trouble, just keep making trouble, I can clean up for two days when you're arrested." By the way, Alexander, I will not bail you out; you may remain at the police station in peace, there is food and drink, but your creditors will not be able to come to you."

"Are you really talking to me like that?" Laura smacked her across the face, narrowing her eyes. I worked hard to raise you and your brother properly, and don't you look down on me now that your wings have toughened and you're married to a rich man?"

"Whatever you want to believe."

There were many people looking, and Tracy didn't want to be late for another second, so she swiftly departed with her head lowered.

Laura made such a fuss for half a day and didn't make any issue with Sean that Tracy was late; this was gone, and they reported to the police once again. If they are arrested in the police station, that will be a problem.

"Tell your president I'll be back in a few days!" she raged at a group of security officers.

Laura's departure caused the gathering to disperse.

"General Manager Zhou, it has been resolved," Mark Spencer stated as he approached the guy standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling glass.

Sean slid one hand into his jeans pocket and the other into his phone, his body full of frigid air, his thinning lips slightly open: "Tracy is late."

"He's already gone."

Sean snarled, "Gone?"

Slapped was the phrase "Yes, still..."

"Postpone the afternoon meeting until tomorrow," Sean interjected before Mark had finished.

"Yes," he said.

With no emotion, Sean accessed his phone's lock screen and sent a message to Tracy.

[The Civil Affairs Bureau receives three points.]

It took him five minutes to receive a response: "Good.

Tracy sat on a bench by the side of the road, and after replying to the message, he buried his face in his knees and covered his legs in his hands.

She wishes she could travel someplace fresh and start again.

There are no Laura, Sean, or incredibly humiliating insults.

Tracy dried her tears and stood at the Civil Affairs Bureau's entrance, knowing that the moment she stood up, dizziness arose in front of her eyes and the whole world started to spin.

She died in a couple of seconds.

The room was filled with the stench of disinfecting water as she awakened.

It is now in the hospital.

She wiped her chin and looked at her phone to see what time it was. It's three and a half o'clock in the afternoon.

It's over, which is a relief.

"You're awake, the doctor has already examined you, you're a little hypoglycemic, plus you didn't eat in the morning, no big deal, rest for a while and you can leave," the nurse said with a grin and a squint.

"Thank you," Tracy subsequently said.

"By the way, you're pregnant; your physical framework isn't very good; you need to pay attention, especially in the first three months; you need to be cautious; it's best to call your husband and have him accompany you to the hospital for a maternity examination in two days when you're free."

The nurse finished her instructions and left.

After hearing her first words, Tracy's whole body was startled on the hospital bed.

The shock and uncertainty of finding that her father owed a million dollars in usury loans the night she won the award was like a lightning bolt in the middle of a sunny day.

It's as though you can see the light ahead and can drive the darkness away with just one more stride.

But suddenly she hears a knock and a tall wall emerges in front of her. She is not going there.

Tracy opened the quilt in the evening and, rather of telling Sean, phoned the obstetrics number and hung up.

"You are indeed pregnant, forty days later, and everything in the fetus is normal," the doctor concluded after inspecting her. However, you had a tiny delivery and extensive bleeding earlier, and the follow-up treatment was poor, resulting in certain abnormalities in your body and making it harder to get pregnant this time. You don't have to be scared or frightened; just return to your body and take care of it."

"If... I decide I don't want this child, can I have surgery?" Tracy inquired shyly.

"The operation can be done, but you should think about it carefully because of your body. Your pregnancy is hard, and this induction of labor will have a big effect on you, and I'm afraid it will be in the future," the doctor said, probably not expecting her to say this.

"Can I no longer get pregnant?"

"You can't say that; it will just be hard, depending on how fit you are."

Tracy kept her head down and stayed quiet.

"You should think about it first, and you are too weak to have surgery right now," the doctor said. "If you want to do it, please return in a month."

"You are very kind and generous. Thank you."