The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge



"Thank you for your care, doctor. I have a gift for you. My secretary has dropped the gift off in your office."Published by Nôv'elD/rama.Org.

Ryan poured the doctor a drink. Unlike his previous arrogance, Ryan behaved in a friendly

manner.

He left behind the person he was, making changes to himself for Carrie and to become an outstanding superior like his father.

"You're too kind, Chairman Hoffman. My duty is to the patients. I was only doing my job." Dr. Harold paused before uttering in a husky voice, "Chairman Hoffman, our examination of your wife today reveals she has endometriosis."

Ryan clutched his drink, his heart sinking. "What do you mean?"

"While it's not a life-threatening condition, there are various factors that can contribute to endometriosis. Unfortunately, in your wife's case, it's pretty severe. She has been suffering from extremely painful menstruation for years and has to rely on medication to manage the pain."

Ryan turned pale, and his breathing hitched.

While living together with Carrie, Yasmin had told him about Carrie's painful periods. Sometimes, Carrie would roll in bed in agony.

Ryan did not get it at the time, assuming it was normal for women.

To his dismay, the problem with her menstruation started a long time ago.

"Please help my wife get better, Dr. Harold. Money is no issue." Ryan's hasty voice trembled.

"We can get her the treatment she needs, but the chances of her getting pregnant are low." "Are you saying that my wife might not become a mother?"

With tearful eyes, Ryan heaved heavily. "Even if she gets better?"

"The disorder is only one part of the problem. The damage to your wife's internal organs is substantial. I previously mentioned that she may need long-term medication."

Dr. Harold sighed. "Given the circumstances, we'd generally advise against pregnancy. The chance of conception is low, and the fetus could be affected by the medications, leading to birth defects. I know you and your wife cherish each other and hope to have a child together, but we need to be realistic. An unhealthy child is a lifelong burden to you and your wife. It wouldn't be fair to the child either."

The journey from the reception area to the ward felt like a lifetime to Ryan. His throat was

dry, and his breath was caught in a hitch.

He slipped into the men's room and doused his face with cold water. It took a long time to get a grip on himself before he returned to his wife.

In bed, Carrie leaned against the headboard and watched a variety show on a tablet while her face soaked up the afternoon sun.

"What are you so focused on, babe?" Ryan drew close and pulled her into his arms.

"Uh..." Carrie pointed at the little girl on the screen, her eyes sparkling.

She was watching a recently popular show about celebrities caring for their kids.

The child on the screen smiled innocently, ripping Ryan's heart apart.

Oblivious to Ryan's agony, Carrie raised the tablet with rosy cheeks and wrote on the screen. "Let's have a baby, Ryan."