I contacted a doctor friend I knew and sent them today’s test results. They replied quickly.
[Is she hospitalized? In this situation, she needs to be admitted immediately. The baby’s condition isn’t good. According to the report, she may need long-term hospitalization and observation.]
I briefly asked if the child would have any physical illnesses. My friend's chat box showed "typing..." for a long time and I understood. At that moment, I surprisingly felt a sense of relief, as if the last bit of emotional attachment and hope had faded away.
I exchanged a few words with my friend and finally told them that I was planning to persuade Karen to terminate the pregnancy while the baby was still small. I didn’t want the child to come into this world and suffer.
Just after I hung up, Karen came in, eyeing me suspiciously. “Who were you talking to?” she asked.
I ignored her and silently messaged a lawyer, asking them to draft a divorce agreement.
After hesitating for a while, Karen finally said, "Aren’t we chatting tonight?"
"No, I'm tired today."