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Scars Of A Broken Bond by Calv Momose

Chapter 139
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Chapter: 139

“Alright.” Sabrina nodded as the police departed.

A doctor arrived shortly to examine Sabrina. As the policewoman had indicated, Sabrina

made it a point to check on her unborn baby’s health with the doctor.

The doctor assured Sabrina that the medication wouldn’t affect her child, putting her at

ease.

She then requested the doctor, “My housekeeper will handle all my paperwork Later. She’s

on good terms with my ex-husband, so I’d appreciate it if you could withhold my medical

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record from her and not inform her about my pregnancy. Thank you.”

“But why wouldn’t you want your ex-husband to know about your pregnancy?”

“He’s about to remarry,” Sabrina explained, prompting sympathy from the doctor.

The beautiful, youthful woman before him was pregnant with a one-month-old baby, yet

her ex-husband was set to marry again. It was clear he had been unfaithful.

How could anyone cheat on such a beautiful woman!

“Okay.” The doctor agreed to Sabrina’s request and left.

Now alone in her ward, Sabrina had nothing much to do.

She shared the room with two other patients, overhearing their conversations with visiting

family members.

One was a woman recuperating from a benign brain tumor operation, soon to be

discharged. Her family seemed calm and relieved.

The other was an elderly lady recovering from a cerebral hemorrhage.

Her daughter-in-law arrived grudgingly to tend to her, grumbling, “The medical bills have

become a drain on our finances lately. No matter how much Gordon brings home, it’s not

going to last much Longer.”

Sabrina cast a look at the woman, though her vision only allowed her to perceive a vague

outline.

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A silhouette hovered in the doorway.

She tilted her head to the vague dark shape, squinting at it for what felt like an eternity.

Eventually, she discerned it was a person clothed in black.

Could he belong to the family of one of the other two patients?

Perhaps he was the elderly woman’s son.

Why wasn’t he stepping in?

Sabrina felt puzzled.

The black figure stepped inside.

He walked past the old woman’s bed.

Now it clicked for Sabrina that he was related to the middle-aged woman, Likely her

husband.