CHAPTER 548: CHAPTER 548: THERE WON’T BE ANY CHILDREN

"Alright, don’t worry, Mr. Yeats. I’ll take good care of Miss Linden."

The female doctor was very respectful to Howard Yeats.

Howard Yeats carried Nicole and walked out.

The female doctor turned around and smiled at Ivy Linden, "Miss Linden, this way please. The examination machine is inside. We’ll first take a chest X-ray for you..."

Ivy Linden felt strange, "Dr. Mendez, please call me Ms. Linden! I already have a child."

Only unmarried girls are respectfully called "Miss."

Dr. Mendez paused for a moment, then apologized, "I’m really sorry, I think Miss Linden looks particularly young, not at all like a mother who’s given birth, more like a fresh graduate from college, so I habitually called you that. As you know, I’m a doctor, and I have this occupational habit when addressing the guests coming for check-ups."

Dr. Mendez’s flattery was too obvious, making Ivy Linden a bit embarrassed, but she didn’t say anything, already guessing it was because of Howard Yeats.

About half an hour later.

"Miss Linden, next we’ll examine your uterus, it might be a bit uncomfortable, please bear with it, I’ll finish the examination quickly." Dr. Mendez changed into a new pair of sterile gloves.

Examine her uterus?

Ivy Linden had undergone this examination before, and it wasn’t painful at all unless it was for a specific test...

Ivy Linden’s expression changed slightly; no wonder Howard Yeats insisted on bringing her here today, he actually had that in mind.

"Miss Linden, are you okay? Are you feeling unwell anywhere?" Dr. Mendez observantly noticed Ivy Linden’s troubled expression and asked nervously.

Ivy Linden shook her head with difficulty, feeling bitter inside.

Forget it, since Howard Yeats is still hopeful and thinks she can have a child, let them go ahead and examine.

Ivy Linden lay on the cold examination bed, her nose tingling slightly, her eyes were getting sour, and she didn’t know why? She recalled what Howard Yeats said a few days ago.

He didn’t mind if she couldn’t have children, they could adopt a child...

Ha~

Men’s words are just lies.

Samuel Lockwood was like this, and Howard Yeats is the same; they both care so much about having children.

Feeling the needle puncture, she knitted her brows in pain, and hot tears rolled down her cheeks.

She didn’t know how long it had been when a more intense pain struck, much worse than the needle prick, turning Ivy Linden’s face pale.

Dr. Mendez was beyond thrilled, not expecting to extract the "egg" so easily, and carefully stored it, she said to Ivy Linden.

"It’s all done, Miss Linden. If you’re not feeling well, rest here for a while, and when you’re better, you can get up. Remember to rest when you get home too. When the report is ready, I’ll notify Mr. Yeats to come to pick it up."

How could Ivy Linden have the mind to rest? She endured the pain, got up from the cold bed, her face pale, and asked Dr. Mendez, "What did you do to me?"

She’s not an idiot; Dr. Mendez’s operation skills were definitely not just checking her uterus, but...

Ivy Linden’s expression was unpleasant, her whole body trembling with anger, because the "procedure" just now was simply a nightmare she once had, when she endured "torture" in the hospital to bear Samuel Lockwood’s child, among them was exactly this procedure.

"Nothing! Just the usual uterine... examination."

Seeing Ivy Linden full of rage on her face and her body shrank, Dr. Mendez felt guilty. Could it be that Miss Linden had done this before?

Thinking of this possibility, Dr. Mendez felt even guiltier.

"Really?"

Ivy Linden was fuming, not bothering to say more to Dr. Mendez, she went looking for the tool Dr. Mendez used to extract the "egg," and found it shortly after.

Dr. Mendez was terrified: "Miss Linden, you can’t touch that."

Ivy Linden reached out to grab it, but Dr. Mendez was faster, as if she was protecting her child, cradling the tool in her arms.

Ivy Linden demanded angrily, "Give it to me."

Dr. Mendez shook her head and stepped back, "No."

"Give it to me."

Ivy Linden yelled, furious, reaching out to snatch it.

At this moment, the door to the examination room was suddenly pushed open; Howard Yeats came in carrying Nicole.

Nicole excitedly said, "Mommy, I’m done with my check-up, are you done with yours?"

Dr. Mendez’s eyes lit up as if reinforcements had arrived, pointing outside, "Mr. Yeats and Nicole are here."

With that, she ran out.

Ivy Linden clenched her fingers tight and shook them fiercely, venting her inner fury. After walking out, she glared fiercely at Howard Yeats.

Nicole’s childish voice sounded, "Mommy, your expression is so fierce! Did Nicole do something wrong?"

Nicole shrank her neck in fear.

Ivy Linden realized her demeanor had scared Nicole, exhaled a breath, and adjusted her mindset, "No, no, Nicole, don’t be scared, Howard Yeats did wrong, Mommy is glaring at him!"

Howard Yeats glanced at Dr. Mendez and frowned slightly, Dr. Mendez’s expression had already told him Ivy Linden knew the truth.

Howard Yeats even had the urge to strangle Dr. Mendez.

Dr. Mendez was extremely frightened.

Howard Yeats laughed and said to Ivy Linden, "I was wrong, I was wrong, it’s all my fault, Ivy, once we go back, you can punch me a few times, I promise I’ll let you vent your anger."

Ivy Linden blushed on her pale face, not seriously, who wants to punch him?

Nicole hugged Howard Yeats, "Mommy, you can’t punch Uncle Yeats! You taught Nicole, only good children can admit when they’re wrong, Uncle Yeats already admitted his mistake, he’s a good child."

Hearing Nicole’s words, Howard Yeats was delighted.

Ivy Linden was utterly distressed; this little girl was too protective of Howard Yeats. Howard Yeats was already an adult; is he a child?

He was doing this on purpose, knowing it was wrong, yet still continuing to make mistakes.

Ivy Linden said to Howard Yeats, "Stop trying uselessly, have Dr. Mendez destroy that thing."

Howard Yeats put on a stern face, "That won’t do, that is my child, how can you make me kill my own child?"

Nicole looked at Howard Yeats naively, "Uncle Yeats, do you have your own child now? Is it a little brother or a little sister?"

Howard Yeats lovingly smiled, "Yes, indeed! We don’t know yet, it could be a little brother or a little sister, would Nicole like to have more little brothers and sisters to play with you?"

Nicole nodded energetically, her eyes shining like stars in the sky, "Yes, I like it, I like it."

Ivy Linden was speechless; Howard Yeats was so sure that the thing would produce a child? If it could produce a child, she would have had one with Samuel Lockwood long ago.

"Stop dreaming, unless you have a child with another woman, otherwise...there won’t be any child."

Nicole turned her head, confusedly looking at Ivy Linden, she seemed to not quite understand what mommy was saying.

But she did understand one thing, she seriously said, "Mommy, you can’t say that, Nicole believes Uncle Yeats will definitely have a child, just like mommy had me, Uncle Yeats will have his child too."

What touching words!

Howard Yeats truly didn’t care for nothing about this little treasure Nicole.

"Right, Uncle Yeats also believes that next year the baby can be born and play with Nicole."