I walked over to the bed, picked up my phone, and called my private doctor.Since he owed me a favor, half an hour later, he arrived at my room carrying his medical bag.After a thorough examination, he said, "Mrs. Corleone, your fall caused fetal distress. Combined with the emotional shock you've been under, that's what's causing the abdominal pain."He took some medication from his bag and handed it to me."You must be careful not to get hurt again."I took it and set it on the table."For now, don't tell anyone that I'm pregnant."The doctor nodded and left with his medical bag.During the two days I was confined to my room, Corleone never showed up once.Using my phone, I contacted my assistant and instructed him to sell my clothes, handbags, and jewelry under my name as quickly as possible.Some of the staff reported my actions to Corleone, but he simply assumed I was throwing a tantrum.On the third night, the eve of our wedding anniversary, Corleone finally returned.
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