CHAPTER 167: CHAPTER 165: PASSING BY [2ND UPDATE]

Half an hour later, the family doctor appeared in Lillian Morris’s apartment to examine Maya Spencer’s physical condition. By then, Maya Spencer had already woken up.

Maya sat up in bed, staring intently at the doctor, waiting for his examination results. This was the second time she had fainted, and she had a bad feeling about it.

The doctor, seeing her eager eyes, organized the examination equipment while saying, "It’s nothing serious, just low blood sugar. However, since you’re pregnant now, you need to pay more attention to having regular meals and also keep a happy state of mind, otherwise it’s easy to become depressed."

"Thank you, Doctor Lowe!" Lillian listened to the doctor’s report and quickly expressed her gratitude.

After seeing the doctor out, Lillian returned to the bedroom and looked at the girl smiling foolishly at her. She sighed helplessly, unable to do anything about her.

He sat at the edge of the large bed, lifted his right hand, and ruffled her hair without saying a word.

But from his eyes, Maya saw sympathy. This was the last thing she wanted from others; she didn’t need sympathy.

To reassure Lillian, she smilingly removed his hand from her head and said, "Brother Morris, don’t worry! From now on, I will take good care of myself and stay in a joyful mood."

Lillian listened to her promise, looking straight at her, and said, "Tomorrow, you need to go to the hospital for a detailed prenatal check-up. I’ll take you."

Upon hearing that Lillian wanted to take her, Maya immediately sat up straight and earnestly said, "I can go on my own. Two people are too conspicuous. I don’t want Liam Spencer to find out."

The man listened to her concern, frowning. He couldn’t understand how Maya felt or what it was like to avoid someone.

But seeing the fear the girl had regarding Liam Spencer, he suddenly felt a rush of unwillingness to give her up.

So, he said, "Maya, if you don’t want to face Liam Spencer, you can always stay here."

Maya thought she might have heard wrong; Lillian was actually willing to keep her long-term. She swallowed, half-believing and half-doubting, and asked, "Always?"

Lillian looked at the girl’s surprised eyes, took a deep breath, looked directly into her eyes, and confirmed very seriously, "Yes! Always! Forever!"

For a moment, tears welled up in Maya’s eyes. She didn’t know how to describe her feelings. She had an inexplicable trust in Lillian; as long as he said it, she believed it!

Seeing his determined eyes, she smiled, a bright smile, and while smiling, she patted Lillian on the shoulder and said, "Okay! I got it! Why make it so sentimental? I’m hungry, and I want to eat."

Maya’s character had always been cold. She was not accustomed to such a warm scene, nor to others’ concern for her, especially such selfless concern.

Lillian saw her awkwardness, shook his head helplessly, and felt even more that she was pitiful and lacked warmth, making her uneasy with this little bit of kindness.

At the dining table, Maya’s mood noticeably improved, and her appetite was better than during the day.

Having found support, she was particularly cheerful, humming a tune after eating, taking a bath, and then collapsing on the big bed to rest.

This state continued until Lillian left the apartment. Only then did she curl up on the bed alone, motionless, with no trace of a smile on her face.

It was clear that her earlier cheerfulness was just an act for Lillian, to make him lower his guard towards her.

The next day, she went to the hospital alone for a prenatal check-up. Looking at the report in her hand, Maya didn’t know whether to be happy or sad, and silently returned to Lillian’s apartment alone.

Lillian was busy today and didn’t come to the apartment to see her. He only called her once, saying that a servant would bring her lunch at noon and she should eat well.

In the large room, Maya hugged her knees, sat on the sofa, and stared blankly at the TV, which wasn’t turned on.

Sure enough, at noon, a servant from Lillian’s house brought her a sumptuous lunch, but she had no appetite at all.

She felt a profound emptiness in her heart, helpless! She wanted to lean on someone, but the only person she could rely on was herself.

She waited, waiting for Lillian to come back, waiting from day to night, until it was dark, but he still didn’t return.

She knew that Lillian was Jane Spencer’s man; she shouldn’t seek comfort from him, but she had no other choice now and didn’t know whom to confide in.

In the middle of the night, she suddenly got out of bed and dialed Ella Turner’s number.

On the other end, Ella lazily asked, "Maya, did something happen to you?"

She smiled and said, "No, I just really missed you, so I called."

"Maya, missing me in the middle of the night, love you to death, mwah!" Ella heard that Maya missed her, her sleepiness was gone, and she sat cross-legged on the bed to chat with her.

It wasn’t until two hours later that they hung up the phone. Ella went back to sleep, but Maya started packing her things, preparing to leave.

She had agreed with Lillian before that as long as he hid her for three days, even though he later promised she could stay forever, she didn’t want to hide anymore and didn’t want to cause him further trouble.

After leaving Lillian’s apartment, Maya headed straight to the hospital. Even though the doctors weren’t awake yet, she arrived early and sat in the hospital stairwell, waiting for the doctors to start work.

It wasn’t until nine in the morning that she left the stairwell and went to the designated doctor’s office.

The doctor listened to Maya’s decision, pushed his glasses up his nose, and said, "The procedure can be done immediately."

Moments later, she was lying alone on the cold operating table.

On the operating table, Maya listened to the sounds of the tools being handled, trembling with fear, breaking out in a cold sweat.

She gently placed her right hand on her lower abdomen and apologized softly, "I’m sorry! I didn’t protect you."

She ultimately had no emotional bond with this child. This was her first time communicating with him, and perhaps her last time, but she didn’t call him baby or refer to herself as mom. It seemed they were merely strangers passing by.

Indeed, for the child, she and his mother just brushed past each other. He didn’t know her for long before she chose not to have him.

"Relax! Don’t be nervous, it’s just a minor procedure. Your pregnancy is early, it won’t have any impact!"

"Hmm!" Maya listened to the doctor’s words and nodded vigorously, but she couldn’t help being nervous, couldn’t help being scared. This was the most cruel thing she had ever done, but she was powerless.

She tightly closed her eyes, feeling the doctor bending her legs and placing them on the cold surgical table. Her throat felt sore, and she couldn’t catch her breath, tears uncontrollably streaming down.

She thought she wouldn’t be sad, wouldn’t be reluctant, wouldn’t cry.

But when she clearly realized this child was about to leave her forever, she broke down in tears.