Kayla was so thin that she was severely malnourished. It would be strange if the baby in her belly could absorb nutrients.
But she wouldn't believe it at all when I told her this.
All she wanted was to have a son.
It seemed that her son not only stopped bothering her, but he didn't even have any fetal movement.
After dinner, Lisa called me aside with a sincere look on her face.
"Mia, it's not normal for Kayla to be so thin. Why don't you take Kayla to a hospital later?"
In my previous life, when Kayla was in her seventh or eighth month of pregnancy, Lisa asked me to take her to the best gynecological hospital in the city.
The gynecologist there was my friend, and we had to fight for an appointment there.
I specifically asked her to leave me time so that I could take Kayla to see it.
After checking Kayla's whole body, my friend shook her head at me.
She said to Kayla carefully, "I'm afraid your baby is not good. The fetus has stopped breathing. You need surgery to take it out so that it won't harm you."
Kayla couldn't believe it and stood up with her hands covering her stomach.
Kayla looked at me with bloodshot eyes and raised her hand to slap me.