Dr. Huxley frowned, his tone curious yet gentle. "Then where’s your husband? You’ve just undergone an abortion. Why isn’t he here with you?"
The memory of Maxton drinking with Priscilla flashed through my mind. My chest tightened and sorrow coated my voice as I replied, "My husband was arrested for committing a crime."
Dr. Huxley noticed the pain etched on my face and wisely chose not to probe further. Instead, he sighed softly and said, "Solana, no matter what storms life throws your way, you must prioritize your health."
Leaving the obstetrics ward, I collected my prescribed medicine and headed to the elevator. But when the doors slid open, my breath hitched. There they were, Maxton and Priscilla, entwined in a passionate kiss, oblivious to the world.
The sight made my stomach churn and I instinctively turned to walk away.
But Maxton caught sight of me. He quickly released Priscilla and reached out, his hand stretching toward me as if to pull me back.
Without hesitation, I pressed the elevator’s close button and clutched the medicine tightly, hurrying away before he could catch me.