When I woke up again, I had already been transferred to a hospital owned by the Smith family.
Ken’s expression was solemn while he discussed my condition with the doctor.
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The doctor said my uterus was completely damaged and would need to be removed. I would never be able to get pregnant again.
and without careful treatment, my life could still be in danger.
The infection was severe,
Ken’s expression turned even grimmer. When he saw me awake, he didn’t dare lash out. He simply asked, “Are you hungry?”
It was a simple question, but I broke down and sobbed uncontrollably.
All the fear, humiliation, and pain I’d encountered in these past days poured out at once.
I cried like a child. My whole body trembled.
Ever since our parents died, it had just been Ken and me.
He practically raised me on his own and showered me with affection.
But I, foolishly chasing a childish crush, insisted on marrying Scott after a car accident had left him paralyzed.
I even threatened to cut ties with Ken to get my way.
Ken had been so furious he wanted nothing to do with me, and I’d stubbornly ignored him in return.
I never imagined I would come so close to never seeing him again.
“I’m sorry, Ken,” I choked out between sobs.
“I didn’t realize what kind of person he really was. I was wrong.”
Ken’s heart ached more than anything. He gently patted my back.
Tears welled in his eyes. He was never one to cry, but now even he couldn’t hold his tears back.
“It’s over now. I’m here. Everything’s going to be okay.”
He ran his fingers softly through my hair, but his voice trembled with fury as he added, “All these years, I’ve helped the Chapman family behind the scenes. I’ve given them all kinds of advantages just for your sake.
“And this is how they repay me? By doing all this to my sister? I won’t let them get away with it.”
I clutched Ken’s shirt tightly. I sobbed so hard I could barely breathe.
The hysterectomy went smoothly, but the recovery was agonizing.
Every time the bandages were changed, the pain left me drenched in cold sweat.
Ken never left my side. He personally took care of me.
Seeing the redness in his eyes and how much weight he’d lost from worry made me feel both ashamed and deeply moved.
Late one night, I heard Ken talking on the phone just outside the ward. He was trying to keep his voice soft.
“Keep digging. I want to know the latest research on artificial wombs, both domestic and international.”
