Pathological Possession: Even Death Will Not Part Us-Chapter 81: Was the Child Saved?

Eleanor stumbled out of the underground garage, her head spinning.

Seeing that Damian Sinclair had enough credentials, the man let her off the hook.

This hook.

Eleanor thought, either he believed she wasn’t pregnant, or he didn’t trust anyone and had to personally oversee the examination.

It concerned whether there would be a next time.

Eleanor had to be cautious.

But no matter how cautious, she truly had no brainpower left to think at the moment.

She flagged down a taxi on the roadside and went straight to Elaine White’s place.

Elaine White and the female doctor had been waiting for a long time.

Upon her arrival, the first thing was an abdominal ultrasound. The portable ultrasound images were blurry, and despite the female doctor’s experience, she could only confirm that the fetal implantation was fine, still in the uterus, but the fetal heartbeat was faster than normal.

The female doctor drew blood, took it back to the hospital for testing, and would make a diagnosis once the results were out.

Eleanor waited anxiously at Elaine White’s place.

Elaine was even more anxious than her, pacing the room, "If it’s serious, I’ll take you to Aethel. My teacher has connections with government officials and military officers in Aethel, I will go all out to beg him to protect you, and Cillian won’t be able to do anything for a short time."

Eleanor had just gone through an intense ordeal, and now faced with life and death suspense again, even if she were made of iron, she couldn’t bear it.

She collapsed weakly onto the bed, staring at the ceiling, "Then by that time, your family will be in trouble. Helping me falsify examination results involves medical violations, just with that, your family’s hospital will be entangled in lawsuits. And your medical practice license, I can’t ruin your career."

"Then what will you do?" Elaine lay down beside her straightforwardly, "Not keep this child? That’s also an option, at least you won’t have to live in fear like now. It’s just too hard."

Eleanor’s lips trembled, her lips and teeth felt as heavy as a thousand pounds, unable to open, unable to move.

Seeing her like this, Elaine also fell silent; she knew that going to Aethel to keep the child would be equivalent to exposing themselves, Eleanor said that knowing Cillian’s temperament, he would never let them off, and her family’s old man also definitely believed this.

A real confrontation would only lead to mutual destruction.

At this moment, Elaine’s phone rang.

The two exchanged a glance, and Elaine gritted her teeth and answered it.

The female doctor noticeably heaved a sigh of relief, "The blood count values, although below normal range, are better than expected, and barely within an acceptable range. Considering this amount of bleeding, the baby is truly very resilient, which is very rare. My treatment plan is for you to stay in bed and rest for a while, with infusion and oral medication, continually monitoring fetal heart changes, so I suggest you consider hospitalization."

Eleanor’s face was pale, "Is there no other way?"

Regarding Mr. Grant’s speculation, whether correct or not, it only increased Eleanor’s sense of urgency, and under her current condition, even staying in bed was not possible.

The female doctor paused for a few seconds.

Elaine certainly wouldn’t disclose Eleanor’s situation to outsiders, but just the fact of an at-home examination itself was enough to let the female doctor sense something unusual.

After all, the White Family’s private hospital had been serving the wealthy and powerful for years, and shocking inside stories were not uncommon.

"If you don’t consider hospitalization—" the female doctor hesitated, "Recently, internationally there is a new Antenatal Injection, its effects are remarkable, but the clinical reactions are significant, with some experiencing rashes all over the body, others an exacerbation of morning sickness, reactions vary depending on the physique."

Elaine reacted strongly, "You are a doctor too! How can you dare recommend an injection with unstable clinical trials randomly like this?"

Eleanor grabbed her and asked the female doctor, "Does it affect the baby?"

"The effects on the fetus are good, it just exacerbates the mother’s pregnancy symptoms."

Eleanor took Elaine’s phone, "Then go with the injection."

Elaine didn’t have time to object before Eleanor hung up the call.

"You’re crazy." Elaine was exasperated, "Do you know what exacerbated pregnancy symptoms mean? Every year, countless pregnant women with severe pregnancy reactions have to terminate their pregnancies because of severe nausea and vomiting, inability to eat, and due to lack of energy and nutrients leading to organ function damage, liver and kidney function abnormalities, and electrolyte imbalance. In severe cases..."

She trembled, "They might even die. You live with the Grant Family; if reactions intensify, won’t you still be exposed? Wake up!"

Eleanor remained silent.

Only Elaine’s heavy breathing could be heard in the room, the atmosphere suffocating.

After a long while, Eleanor could finally speak in a faint tremor, "But I have no other choice, Elaine. I know using the Grant Family to escape Cillian’s control is like leaving one predator’s den for another’s, but I’m too foolish, I can’t think of another way, I can’t find anyone else to balance against Cillian."

"It’s the same now; I can’t think of another way to keep my child without exposing her. I can only take one step at a time, seize every opportunity that arises, and hope not to die halfway."

Elaine lowered her eyes, it took a long time before she spoke in a hoarse voice, "This child carries Cillian’s blood, has a seventy percent chance of resembling him as she grows, temperament alike too. Eleanor, you really could—let things take their course, at least ensure your own safety."

"My child has nothing to do with him." Eleanor shook her head, "You don’t understand, without my child, I might not have lasted this long, might have truly become a dog back in that booth. Now it’s not my child needing me, it’s me needing her. Protecting her gives me the courage to keep resisting. Freedom is bound by numerous constraints, but there’s always a chance to break free, and I and she await that chance together."

Elaine looked at her for a long time, saying nothing.

Eleanor possessed an unmatched clarity, amidst the materialistic upper society, the more eroded by greed and distractions, the more she longed for the self-enlightened blossom that grew out of the mire.

Mrs. Grant’s heartless narrow-mindedness, Mr. Grant’s indifferent detachment, Cillian’s sinister malevolence, Phoebe Grant’s suspicious jealousy—an assemblage of human darkness within one family.

The good people fear not giving enough, the bad fear not getting enough.

"...The Grant Family is unworthy of you."

Eleanor wanted to laugh but couldn’t.

Elaine got out of bed and called the female doctor, "Is there a small device to listen to fetal heartbeats, palm-sized, to check at home?"

"That kind of fetal heart monitor can be bought online," the female doctor said, "But they are usually general goods on the market; you can’t hear it until twelve weeks, and at ten weeks, you have to pay special attention to the position to find it accurately."

Elaine continued to ask a bunch of questions.

After hanging up, Eleanor smiled bitterly, "They all say being a mother is not easy. I used to think I understood enough, but now experiencing it personally, I realize I haven’t grasped even a thousandth of the hardship."

Elaine was putting on her coat to get medicine when she heard this, and turned back, "You’re not feeling sorry for Mrs. Grant, are you?"

Eleanor stared blankly, "I’m thinking...of the person who gave birth to me."

Elaine was reassured, "Once you and your daughter find freedom, you can go search for her."

Meanwhile...

Aaron Chase arrived at Serene Garden, nearing eleven-thirty in the morning.

The main building in front of Serene Garden was bustling with guests; Cillian avoided the main entrance and entered the backyard through the VIP channel.

The manager of Serene Garden was waiting for him, "Mr. Sinclair and the young master of Sinclair Group are in the Number One Courtyard."

He pointed towards the tall, arching building amidst the lush bamboo in the courtyard, "They have been waiting for you for half an hour."

Cillian responded flatly, and the manager eagerly led the way in front, "Mr. Sinclair’s secretary is cautious, requesting to block all communication tools in the Number One Courtyard. I hope you don’t mind later."