Marcus promised to go home to help ask about Tory's news. He left his contact information with Joanne before leaving.

The ward was quiet, and Joanne remembered the scene from this morning-

Brian and Rosalyn stood side by side, and they could not look better.

After being married to her for a long time, Brian only went out with her to buy something once.

How long had he been with Rosalyn? He had already been so good to Rosalyn!

Joanne didn't want to admit that she was jealous, but she had to admit that experienced men... always changed very fast.

She taught a good boyfriend for others...

At five o'clock in the afternoon, Aunt Nyla brought dinner and a container of stewed pigeon soup.

"The soup was stewed by Mr. Scott personally." Aunt Nyla smiled and put the food on the table. "Joanne, finally you have an appetite, eat more. During this time, you've lost so much weight."

Joanne touched her face and smiled and ate up the food.

Before going to bed, she silently calculated in her heart. If she still felt as good tomorrow, she would go to the Orchid Gardens to see Iris.

But things always change, and the next day, Joanne suddenly began to vomit. From morning to night, she had not stopped, and even vomited more serious than before.

Dr. Tian had no choice but to give her injection.

On the ninth day after the new year...

The year was almost over, the office workers re-emerged in the city, and Arlington resumed its usual bustling excitement.

Joanne was very optimistic that the situation would be like what had happened a few days before, but this time it was getting more and more serious. She couldn't even drink a sip of water, and even if she barely drank it, she would vomit it out in half a minute.

She was groggy for most of the day, and sometimes she didn't even know when Freya came or left.

When she finished, her stomach was already empty, and the internal organs were like being screwed together, and she was too uncomfortable to even make a sound.

On the 10h day of the New Year, Marcus's wife had an operation. The operation was very successful, and the postoperative care was also in place. Marcus went to the 9th floor to report to Joanne, but was stopped by Wendy.

"Uncle Wilson, my cousin just fell asleep."

"Then I will come again after she wakes up!" His wife had been taken back from the gate of heaven, and Marcus was so happy.

Wendy said in a dilemma, "Uncle Wilson, you don't have to come over, you can't see her even if you come again. I will tell my cousin about the success of the operation."

Marcus finally noticed that Wendy's look was a little dignified and asked, "What happened to Miss Scott?"

"She is very uncomfortable," Wendy turned and looked at the ward door behind her, "but she can only suffer it by herself and she cannot tell her husband."

"Why?" Marcus asked.

"Because he's a bad guy!" Wendy was angry. "Her husband can't find out that she is uncomfortable."

"The person you speak of..." Marcus hesitated, "is it Rowdy?"

"How do you know Rowdy?" Wendy felt strange. Something she didn't dare to ask Joanne, she only knew some key news from Chris. She only knew that he was not a good person.

"This is a bit complicated to explain," Marcus said. "I am from the same hometown as Tory."

"My cousin is looking for Tory, so she mentioned Rowdy to you?" Wendy realized it, then begged Marcus, "Uncle Wilson, no matter if you know where Tory is or not, please help to ask around, after all, you are his fellow countryman. As soon as she finds Tory to take down Rowdy, my cousin can return to her husband."

"I must try my best to help." Marcus nodded as if trying to convince himself. "Now, I only hope that Miss Scott will get better soon."

However, in the next few days, Joanne did not improve and could not afford to drink or eat. She barely slept because she was uncomfortable, and she was maintained by nutrition needles. She got thinner every day, and her face looked more and more haggard.

After taking injections for half a month, Dr. Tian finally found Chris.

"Make her give up," Dr. Tian said. "This way, it hurts her too much. She is still very young, she could still have babies after she has a healthy body. The current situation is too serious, if she keeps vomiting until childbirth, I am afraid that her body will not be able to take it."

Chris looked back to the ward with a dignified look. Joanne just woke up and called him "brother". The voice was a bit broken and hoarse.

She was even more haggard than in the past few days. Chris's heart felt a dull pain from time to time, and he told her, "Dr. Tian has talked to me."

"What did you talk about?" Joanne was worried.

"..."

"..."

"Joanne, give up these two children." Chris clung to Joanne's hand. "They hurt you too much. When you give birth, you are very likely to be unable to support it. Now they are still small, one surgery can solve everything."

Joanne was stiff in bed, motionless, staring at Chris incredulously.

She didn't know how long it took, but she took her hand back, just as if she had seen Chris for the first time, shaking her head and huddling into bed. "I didn't hear you clearly."

"Dr. Tian suggested that you take out your children." Chris forced Joanne to face it. "You can only get better this way."

"I won't agree!" Joanne wrapped herself in the quilt, tears already coming out. "Brother, help me change the hospital, I don't want to stay here anymore."

"Wherever you go, it'll be the same." Chris sat down on the bedside and put his hands on Joanne's shoulder. "Joanne, this time, just this time, you listen to me, and we will have surgery tomorrow."

Joanne buried her head in the quilt and burst into tears.

Chris gently hugged her and patted her back. "It's not your fault, don't blame yourself."

Joanne was crying too violently and she could barely breathe.

If it was not her fault, then whose was it?

Brian didn't know anything, and Chris just forced her to undergo surgery for her own good...

It was her who should be blamed.

"Don't cry," Chris released Joanne, took two pieces of tissue and wiped the tears from her face, "I will stay with you tonight. Go to sleep."

Joanne shook her head. "Brother, go back."

"..."

Joanne's hand touched her lower abdomen. "Tonight, I want to be alone."

Chris considered it for a moment then promised Joanne, "I will go after you fall asleep."

Joanne nodded and lay down on the bed. It didn't take long for her breathing to become even and long.

Chris tucked her in and quietly accompanied her for a while before he got up and left.

After half an hour, it was already 11 o'clock at night.

Joanne opened her eyes and sat up, resisting the physical discomfort, and pulled the needle out of her hand and changed her clothes.

The vomiting for several days had made her very weak. After doing all this, her physical strength was already half gone, but she had to leave before Aunt Nyla came.

Putting her phone and wallet into the bag and covering her mouth with a scarf, she lowered her head and walked out of the ward, just like a family member who came to visit the sick, and went downstairs.

Out of the hospital, the cold wind in the middle of the night blew on her unrelentingly. Joanne was so cold that her teeth were trembling. And along with her insufficient physical strength, she had to rest on a tree by the roadside.

After waiting for a few minutes, an empty taxi drove over. Joanne reached out and stopped it. When the door was opened, the smell inside the car caused her discomfort, so she started to vomit on the side of the road before she got in the car.

"Hey, are you not feeling well?" The taxi driver rushed out of the car and closed the door and pointed to the hospital gate next to him. "Hey, there is the hospital. Go in and have it checked out, don't walk around if you don't feel comfortable."

After that, the taxi went away.

Joanne couldn't say anything, she just felt colder. She held her coat and went up by the tree on the side of the road to try to stop another car.

Countless vehicles drove past her, there were either private cars or taxis carrying a passenger. After standing in the cold wind for a few minutes, she was not only tired, even her head was dizzy.

She couldn't wait any longer, the hospital people would come out to find her if they found that she was missing.

Joanne supported herself to go to the next intersection and finally stopped an empty car. When she got in the car, she opened the window and made the driver very confused. "What a cold day, Miss. Do you like the cold wind?"

Joanne told him an address. "Sir, please drive faster, I am not very comfortable."

After arriving at the place, the man stopped the car. "127 dollars."

Joanne gave him 200. "Keep the change, thank you..."

Before she finished, there was a sudden surge in her stomach. She suddenly squatted on the ground, but she could not vomit anything up and just felt uncomfortable.

"You look very bad." The man helped Joanne. "There is a hospital nearby. If you are not comfortable, I can take you there, free of charge!"

"Thank you," Joanne smiled, "I'm good."

She turned and pressed the doorbell, and the man did not say anything, and just drove away.

At this time, it was already past one o'clock in the morning.

Joanne pressed it for a long time, but no one answered the doorbell. Then Chris, who was dozens of kilometers away, suddenly woke up.

After Freya came back, his sleep basically returned to normal. After falling asleep, he usually could sleep until the morning, but he didn't know why that tonight he felt very upset.

Chris took the mobile phone and wanted to make a phone call to the hospital to ask about Joanne. Before he even dialed, Wendy's call came in.

"Cousin, she is gone!" Wendy's voice was flustered. "I have been looking in the hospital with a few colleagues. We haven't found her, and we can't get in contact with her through her cell phone.

Chris suddenly threw off the quilt and got out of bed to change clothes.

He should have thought of it-Joanne could not promise to do surgery so easily.

She did not agree at all, she just wanted to ask him to leave. Then she left the hospital in the middle of the night.

After he changed clothes, Chris called Freya while walking outside. "Is Joanne at your place?"

Freya was sleeping, so she was angry when she was suddenly awakened by the phone, but listening to what Chris said, she thought, "Joanne disappeared?"

The sleepiness suddenly went away, and Freya took off the quilt and sat up. "I am at home, Joanne has not contacted me, what happened to her?"

Chris told her what happened at night.

"She still dares to run out at night with such a physical condition!" Freya was mad and had changed clothes quickly. "Go check at her previous apartment. She has the key to my apartment. I am coming now."

As a result, Joanne was not found in these two places, and Chris and Freya met on Changqing Road.

Both of them were anxious, and Freya cursed and tried to call Joanne's phone. Unexpectedly, it went through.

Chris took the mobile phone. "Joanne, where have you been?"

"I... I am very good anyway," Joanne said. "Someone is taking care of me, so you don't have to look for me. Go back to rest."

"Joanne, we can discuss the surgery. I will pick you up to go back to the hospital." Chris was simply worried. "Tell me, where are you?"

"I don't want to go back to that hospital again," Joanne said. "Anyway, I am very good here. Don't worry about me. I will go home in a few days."

After that, Joanne hung up the phone.