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CHAPTER 363: FERTILITY CONSULTATION

Author: Evve
last update publish date: 2026-05-03 00:02:18

The waiting room of the New York Center for Reproductive Medicine was quiet. It was a silence different from the NICU, different from the courtroom, different from the penthouse at 3:00 AM.

It was the silence of held breath.

Aurora sat in a plush velvet chair that was clearly designed to comfort people who were in the process of being told they had run out of time. She smoothed the fabric of her trousers. She checked her watch. 2:14 PM.

Liam sat next to her. He was holding her hand, his thumb t
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