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Chapter 3

Author: Faraway Galaxy
Grace's POV

After wrestling with it for a long while, I ended up taking a cab to the address the doctor had given me. At the end of the day, Pamela's life was on the line, and I couldn't just stand by and watch her die…

When I burst into the hospital, I saw a familiar face. It was Lyle; he was leaning against the wall with an anxious look on his face.

When he heard hurried footsteps, he lifted his head to glance at me. Before I could even ask what was going on, the doctor stepped out of the operating room.

The moment he spotted Lyle, he fumed, "You youngsters are seriously too reckless! You need to show some restraint in bed! Your girlfriend had a ruptured corpus luteum cyst this time.

"Fortunately, she was brought here before it was too late. If not, she could've suffered massive internal bleeding. That could've cost her her life!"

I stood rooted to the floor, as if someone had slapped me across the face. A ruptured corpus luteum cyst… So I had rushed all the way here just to be humiliated one more time.

Right then, the doctor noticed me, and his tone softened slightly. "You must be Ms. Sinclair's family. Her boyfriend got here in time and has already signed the consent form."

The corridor lights were stark white, casting a cold glare on my face. Lyle looked at me, a hint of nervousness creeping into the depths of his eyes.

He thought I would lose my shit and make a scene. However, I merely smiled. "That's good to hear."

After watching the doctor head back into the operating room, I turned to leave. Lyle sprang to his feet. "Hold on. Pamela wants to talk to you."

I didn't turn around. "What does she want to talk to me about? The position you two used last night and how long it lasted?"

His voice dropped. "Haven't you kicked up enough of a fuss, Grace? Pamela has never wanted to compete with you for anything. She's the one who has been wronged all these years. Instead of appreciating everything she's done for you, you're going to humiliate her?"

I balled my hands into fists. My nails dug into my palms until I felt nothing.

I closed my eyes and tried to take another step forward. However, he grabbed me by the wrist from behind.

I tried to break free, but I couldn't shake him off. While we were stuck in a brief standoff, the nurses wheeled Pamela out of the operating room and into a hospital room. Lyle dragged me in after them.

Pamela was propped up in the hospital bed. Her complexion was so pallid it was almost translucent, and an IV was still inserted in her wrist.

Yet, when she saw me, she tried to push herself up. "Grace… you're here…"

Without uttering a word, I eyed her coldly.

Her eyes misted over again, and she shot Lyle a look. He knitted his brows, but he still reluctantly stepped out of the room.

Pamela straightened up with great effort, reached under her pillow, and pulled out a sheet of paper before handing it to me. It was an abortion report dated three years ago.

Looking me dead in the eye, she spoke, her voice trembling. "Grace, believe it or not, I never intended to come between you and Lyle. Three years ago, I was pregnant with his baby, but I didn't keep it. I had an abortion, and because of that procedure, I might never be able to conceive again.

"I admit I hesitated back then, but ultimately, I chose to go through with it because I didn't want to lose you. Compared to you, an unborn child meant nothing to me."

Right after saying that, she drew a breath, as though she were using up the last of her strength. "I'd like to ask you for one selfish favor today… Forgive me for the sake of the price I've paid for my mistakes. Last night was the last time I let myself go.

"Lyle has already given me his word that he'll never betray you again. I'll move out. If you'll still have me, we can still be best friends, and Lyle can still be your boyfriend."

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