Katie was anxiously lying on the bed at the medical imaging unit.

In the end, she didn't get the answer she wanted.

"Ms. Jones, your condition is even worse than the last time. The gestational sac has shrunk, which means there is a high chance of miscarriage."

Katie's heart dropped as she looked at her gynecologist in disbelief.

Since Hazel was outside the room, Katie dared not throw a tantrum. She could only cry quietly.

A few moments later, Katie wiped her tears away. She calmly instructed, "Just do what I told you to do. Give me a report with normal results, and I'll transfer the money to you soon."

"But …" The gynecologist was hesitant.

"The condition of your pregnancy isn't something you can hide for long, you—"

"All you need to worry about now is giving me that report. I will handle the rest." Katie interrupted, standing up.

She turned away from the gynecologist and tried to regain her composure.

By the time the gynecologist handed her the report, Katie's expression