I Became His Sweetheart

Chapter 17 Abortion

The crowd fell silent as realization hit. No one dared challenge the person who had just secured the prestigious spot. They also kept their eyes off the event organizer, but more importantly, they avoided crossing paths with Melanie, who had just secured a significant victory. Instead, they turned their disdainful gazes toward Lena and vent their frustration through sarcastic remarks.

However, some quick-thinking, opportunistic folks swiftly changed their allegiance to Melanie. They rushed over to flatter her with congratulatory words, but Melanie had no interest in these fickle admirers. She simply walked away with her cane in hand to the elevator.

As she reached the end of the corridor, someone caught up with her from behind and said, “Miss Melanie, we will send you the invitation to the International Socialites Gala as soon as possible. In addition, we will need you to provide a medical report.”

The employee from Morgan Group continued, emphasizing further, “You understand, we want to ensure that you are in good health. Please follow the specified health check requirements.”

Melanie accepted the medical forms from the employee and nodded. “Alright.”

Morgan Group’s concerns extended beyond Melanie’s physical well-being. They also wanted to ensure she did not have any detrimental habits. After all, she would be representing Harbor City at an event of important significance, and Melanie understood that.

Leaving Harbor Mall, Melanie hailed a cab and retrieved the business card given to her by Jeffrey Morgan from her bag. The card lacked the doctor’s name but displayed an address for a traditional Chinese medicine clinic. Melanie contemplated for a moment before instructing the driver to take her there.

The clinic was situated within a high-end private hospital, accessible by walking through the hospital's outpatient building. Melanie introduced herself and waited for a while inside. Soon, an elderly doctor arrived to examine her injury and perform the acupuncture.

Half an hour later, Melanie stood up. She was amazed to find that her left foot, which she had not dared to exert for the past two years, could now bear her weight.This content is © NôvelDrama.Org.

“| assume you've been taking care of your injured foot. Here are some herbal patches I’ve prepared for you. Apply them every night before bed. In less than three days, you'll regain full mobility,” the elderly doctor advised.

Melanie’s initial skepticism had melted away as she looked at him again, expressing her sincere gratitude. “You're a respected guest recommended by Mr. Morgan. No need for thanks,” the elderly doctor replied. With that, the doctor and his assistant, who carried a medicinal box, left. Melanie kept the patches and made her way out.

As she exited the clinic, she realized it was conveniently close to the outpatient building. Since she had to undergo a medical examination as per Morgan Group’s request, she decided to get it over with and underwent various tests.

As she completed her medical examination, Melanie caught a glimpse of a tall woman in sunglasses and a hat, hurriedly entering an adjacent room designated for surgical appointments.

Melanie’s eyebrow arched ever so slightly. This figure seemed strangely familiar.

If she made her guess based on the disguised silhouette, she might not be entirely sure. However, the woman held a limited— edition

handbag-the only one in all of Harbor City- which allowed Melanie to swiftly identify her. Lena Jones.

Lena had put in more effort to acquire that limited—edition bag than practicing her scripts. Melanie assumed that it was Bryan West who

had footed the bill. Melanie blinked, observing the sign nearby that read “Gynecology*.

She had not heard any recent news about Lena’s health concerns. Lena’s secretive appointment at the gynecology clinic, without an

assistant and in such a discreet disguise, left Melanie wondering. Could it be...?

Melanie had been wondering how to make full use of West Corp’s celebration tomorrow to deal with Bryan and Lena. Unexpectedly, Lena

Melanie smirked. She retrieved her sunglasses from her bag and put them on. She then walked over to the counter and deliberately lowered her voice before speaking. “Excuse me, my friend had an appointment for a procedure, but | haven't settled the payment for her

yet...” The nurse scrutinized her from top to bottom and inquired. “Your friend is...?”

“Lena Jones.” Melanie replied, further lowering her voice.

The on-duty nurse immediately grasped the situation. In this upscale private hospital, celebrity visits were a common occurrence, and the staff had grown accustomed to it. The nurse lowered her voice and replied, “While the procedure might be minor, it’s important to ensure the patient's overall health. We’re conducting a preliminary examination to assess her suitability for an abortion.”

“Alright, thank you,” Melanie responded. Aglint of sharpness appeared in Melanie’s eyes. She could not believe that Lena Jones was pregnant!

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