Love from My Dominant Boss

Chapter 542 The Abortion

All I wanted to do was to remind him that he could really use a girlfriend. I would feel bad for him if he remained single forever.

“Let’s just wait and see. You don’t expect me to ask a random girl on the streets to be my girlfriend, do you? The woman I love has become the wife of another man. Can’t I dwell on this sorrow for another few years?” Ronan didn’t sound desperate. It was as if he really didn’t need a female companion.

The woman he mentioned was me, and I was well aware of that. Knowing that he loved and cared for me triggered my guilt. I was hoping that he could find his other half soon and lead a happy life.

“Anyway, I’m done talking to you about this. I’m going to the hospital with my mom and Janette later. See you around.”

Since Ronan had found a good doctor, it was best to have the abortion done as soon as possible. The sooner it was done, the lesser harm it was to the Jannette’s body. We shouldn’t defer any further.

After hanging up the call, I went straight to my mom’s and was slightly startled by her dark eye circles. I guessed she was so worried about Janette that she couldn’t sleep well.

My heart wrung at the sight of her frazzled face.

“Mom, I’ve contacted the doctor, and we can go to the hospital today. I think it’s better to get this done as soon as possible, or Janette would suffer more harm as the fetus grows bigger by the day.” Softly, I looked at my mom’s pale and weary face and told her about the arrangements.

“Yeah, I thought so too. Since you’ve got everything sorted out, let’s go to the hospital today,” she agreed to the arrangement and looked over at Janette.

Janette nodded her head insouciantly. Abortion might not be a big taboo in modern society, but she was doing it to rid the constant reminder of that contemptible day.

When they got to the hospital, Janette underwent a series of checks to ensure her body was in the right condition for safe abortion. Everything went smoothly, and very soon, she was on the surgical table.

My mom and I were on pins and needles outside the operation theater. It was most probably because we had never gone through anything like this. Before the doctor went into the operation theater, my mom kept asking her about possible scars and side effects from the abortion.

The doctor told her that everything would be fine and went in.

As Janette’s kin, we didn’t know what the situation was in the operation room and could only wait by the door. Mom held my hand firmly, looking absolutely distressed.

“Don’t worry, Mom. The doctor has already said that it’s a small operation, and Janette will be out in no time. This doctor is very experienced. Trust me, Janette will be fine.” I tried to soothe her taut nerves as it broke my heart to see her fret.

“Didn’t you say it’s just a small operation? It’s been half an hour, and Janette’s still in there. Do you know how she is now? Does the operation hurt?” Mom had her eyes affixed on the swing doors as she was worried sick.

Apparently, my words didn’t calm her down, not even a single bit.

She was too absorbed in worrying for Janette.

When I almost barged into the operation room, the swing door flung open, and we saw Janette in a wheelchair, being pushed out by two nurses.

Her eyes were tightly shut, and her face was slightly pallid. She could still be under the effects of anesthesia, or maybe she was simply asleep. The two nurses then pushed her to her ward.

Wasting no time, Mom and I followed suit.

After the nurses had left the ward, Mom went to Janette and wrapped her hands over hers. Her tears trickled down her cheeks when she saw Janette’s dainty but pale face.

As I highly doubted that I could bear the heart-wrenching scene any further, I swirled my eyes away from the scene and walked toward the window.

Would Mom cry her heart out, like what she did for Janette if something similar happened to me? I asked myself.

Not long after, the effects of anesthesia subsided, and my sister opened her eyes.

“Mom,” she called out in a scruffy voice.

“Janette, you’re awake. Do you feel any pain or aches? Should I call for the nurses?” Mom wiped her tears off with the back of her hands when she saw Janette regain consciousness.

“I’m okay. It’s just my tummy. It still hurts a bit.” Janette shook her head and frowned.

I could tell something was still bothering her, but she didn’t want to talk much about it.

When she saw me, the lines on her forehead got deeper. It was apparent that my presence wasn’t welcomed.

“I’m going home first, and I’ll bring something nutritious over in the evening. As she has just undergone surgery, she’ll need all the nutrients she could get.” I made an excuse to leave since I knew she didn’t want to see me.

There was no point in staying in the ward with them. The operation was a breeze, and there’s nothing to worry about anymore.

“Okay. Go ahead. Rest a bit at home before coming back later since it’s still pretty early now.” Mom did try to make me stay.

I said yes and left.

When the elevator door opened on the first floor, I saw a familiar figure vanish at the end of the hallway. That guy looks like Michael. I guessed but doubted myself immediately as Michael should be in the company working. There wasn’t any reason for him to be here. It didn’t make sense.

I shook that faint figure out of my head and tried to convince myself that there was no way that he could be in the hospital. He would’ve called me if he was looking for me, right?

With that in mind, I left the hospital.

I started helping the housekeeper out in the kitchen the moment I got home. I’ve been going to the hospital pretty often these days. Those who didn’t know me might assume me to be a caregiver.

I decided to make her some chicken congee for easier digestion and a nutrient-packed broth.

It was already evening by the time the food was ready, and Michael would usually get home around this hour. It was strange that I didn’t see him yet. I wasn’t expecting him to work overtime as he didn’t call.

So, I picked up my phone and dialed his number. That blur figure I saw earlier at the hospital was bothering me.

He finally picked up after a long wait. “Hello?”

“Why didn’t you pick up the phone sooner?” I was slightly ticked off as I was kept waiting.

“I was busy, and it wasn’t a good time to talk.” Michael paused for a bit before explaining himself.