CHAPTER 3: CHAPTER 3: CRAMPING PAIN, SIGNS OF MISCARRIAGE

Bianca Lynch glanced in surprise at the divorce receipt.

They had been good friends for over a decade, and she had always witnessed how crazy Serena was about Julian Lawson.

It could be said that Serena was once willing to risk her life for Julian Lawson!

They got married a year ago, and although she sighed, she was also happy that her best friend finally got what she wanted.

But now...

What happened?

"I don’t love him anymore." Before Bianca could ask, Serena already spoke.

She looked at Bianca, slightly raising the corners of her mouth in a beautiful smile.

In that smile, Bianca seemed to see a shadow of the young miss from the Sheridan Family, one not yet trampled into the mud, before the family fell and her father’s death.

With that, Bianca felt relieved.

"Julian doesn’t know that I’m pregnant," Serena continued, "During the 30-day cooling-off period, I don’t want anything unexpected to happen. It’s better to keep it from him."

Within the thirty-day divorce cooling-off period, if one party doesn’t want to proceed with the divorce, they can withdraw the application and the marriage continues.

With that in mind, Bianca understood that Serena was really determined to leave.

After getting it, Bianca first arranged for Serena to have the necessary tests, then said to her, "Serena, you have to wait a few days before having the surgery."

"Why?" Serena asked, somewhat puzzled.

Bianca answered, "You know, you have panda blood, to be on the safe side, they have to prepare blood. I called the blood bank; they should be able to get it in about a week."

Serena was momentarily stunned, a trace of sadness flashing through her eyes.

Her blood type was like her father’s.

She thought of her father again.

If her father were still around all these years...

"Hmm." Serena suppressed her emotions, smiling and nodding with reddened eyes.

"Also, you have signs of miscarriage. You need to be extra careful these days."

Bianca looked at Serena with eyes full of distress.

The two had grown up together as close friends, and she understood Serena’s sorrow.

Bianca grasped Serena’s hand and said, "Wait for me, I’m scheduled for a morning shift today, I’ll be off soon, and we’ll go back together later."

Serena nodded and waited for Bianca in the hallway outside.

She looked at her belly.

Signs of miscarriage.

Does the baby know her decision and is trying to leave on its own?

Serena pressed her lips slightly and took the forms to get other tests.

"Buzz buzz."

Her phone vibrated, showing a bank balance alert.

This was a new bank card she had gotten, used during the cooling-off period to clearly separate finances from Julian Lawson.

Afterwards, all her income would go into this card.

As the balance updated, another new message came in.

[Payment for composing and songwriting has been received, the finance department has transferred it, please confirm.]

Before marrying Julian Lawson, Serena was a behind-the-scenes musician.

She loved music. When her father was still around, as the young miss of the Sheridan Family, she had everything she wanted, so she was able to cultivate these interests.

Later, life had its ups and downs, making her gain deeper insights into life.

Perhaps her father never imagined that after his death, the skill nurtured as a hobby would become her means of livelihood.

After some thought, Serena replied: [Received, thank you.]

The other side immediately responded: [This is what you deserve. Honestly, you’ve provided a lot of hits over the years, are you really not planning to make a comeback? I’m telling you, there’s a program recently that’s perfect for you, I’ve sent the details to your email, please check it out, and I’ve saved you a spot as a special contestant.]

Serena opened her email and had a look. It was a music competition variety show, the format wasn’t complicated, similar to ones she had watched before, but with high demands for originality.

Serena replied: [I’ll think about it.]

After replying, she put down her phone, feeling a slight pain in her abdomen.

She thought of her father again.

This was the second time she thought of her father today.

...

Meanwhile online, one explosive trending topic after another kept being pushed—

#Vera Hansen Stomach Cancer#

#Famous Florist Vera Hansen’s Countdown to Life#

#Facing Sickness with a Smile in Her Final Six Months#

...

The hottest topic read—

"...Reporters have learned that renowned florist Vera Hansen has stomach cancer with only six months left, yet she has not been defeated and will even share her last six months with netizens in real-time. A countdown to death playing out in reality."

In the video, Vera Hansen looked at the camera with a sorrowful smile: "Over the next six months, I’ll share my life experiences online, not with any other intention but to offer spiritual support to those like me suffering from illness, hoping everyone gets better."

A reporter appeared on camera again: "According to what we know, Vera Hansen has always had some rumors with Lawson Group’s CEO, Julian Lawson. But President Lawson is already married, and we don’t know if a real-life pursuit for love in the midst of a fiery scene will occur."

Vera Hansen seemed to notice this reporter, she walked over smiling, politely interrupted, and obtained the microphone.

She looked into the camera.

"It’s true that I like Brother Julian, and there’s nothing wrong with admitting that."

"He’s so outstanding, I’m sure there are more people who like him, not just me."

"But I want to tell everyone that I will not be a third party in someone else’s marriage, this is my bottom line, thank you."

...

After that, Vera left the camera, leaving the reporter to continue with the report.

She walked through the crowd, got into her car, and then she smiled.

The "senior caregiver" from Cygnus handing her warm water looked hesitant.

"Say what you want," Vera said coldly, "The driver is one of ours."

The senior caregiver then lowered his voice and said, "Miss Hansen, your diagnosis is stomach ulcer, the fact that you asked us to forge it into stomach cancer from our sanatorium is already risky, why go further with a live online broadcast?"

Vera gave a contemptuous smile, leaving the "senior caregiver" puzzled.

"Is your sanatorium a medical institution?" she began.

The senior caregiver nodded.

"Is my medical record independently managed at your hospital?" she continued.

The senior caregiver nodded again.

"Does my record say it’s terminal stomach cancer, with only six months to live?" she questioned again.

The senior caregiver hesitated but eventually nodded.

"So, it’s true, nothing to worry about being investigated," Vera smiled with raised corners.

"But you’re not cancerous at all, in the future..."

"Two solutions." Vera warned, looking at the caregiver.

"One, in the future, I get transferred and treated at your sanatorium or other places, and a miracle happened because of love."

"Two, your hospital made a misdiagnosis, which becomes a medical accident, wrongly treating me for a long while."

Vera’s expression carried a heavier threat: "Which do you think is the better solution?"

The caregiver’s face turned grim, finally he only said, "I’m sorry, Miss Hansen, I was overthinking, you certainly thought it through."

Vera sneered.

"Miss Hansen, where to now?" the caregiver asked to ease the tension.

Vera casually looked at her phone and said, "Aeston First Hospital."

The caregiver seemed anxious: "But..."

"Just bringing my medical record to get some painkillers, no big deal." Vera sent a message to Julian Lawson, telling him to pick her up at the hospital shortly.

Julian quickly replied.

[Okay.]

Meanwhile, in the hospital restroom, Serena was experiencing abdominal pain, holding a tissue with blood on it.

Signs of miscarriage.