Overwhelmed by the Billionaire’s Persistent Pursuit

Chapter 403: His hand trembled as he held the pen. At last, he seemed to make up his mind and quickly signed his name. The nurse watching Milton sensed something profound. She guessed he hesitated because he cared deeply for the woman in the resuscitation room and didn't want to give up on the baby. She respected Milton and envied Candice. How lucky Candice was to have such a devoted and handsome man. Sadly, there was little they could do to save the baby. Seeing Milton's signature, the doctor assured him, "Mr. Lopez, don't worry.

I will do everything I can to minimize the harm." "Thank you," Milton replied, feeling despondent as he nodded slightly. The doctor quickly turned and entered the resuscitation room. Time was running out, and every second placed Candice at greater risk. The nurse bowed deeply to Milton as she put away the consent form and prepared to leave. Milton abruptly stopped the nurse. Not wanting to bother the doctor, he decided to inquire with the nurse instead. "How else can I help you, Mr. Lopez?" the nurse asked politely.

Milton pointed to the consent form for the procedure and asked, "She's twelve weeks pregnant? Is that accurate?" "As soon as she arrived, we performed a color ultrasound. The size of the gestational sac is an indicator of the pregnancy's length." "Could there have been a mistake?" Milton was still skeptical. The nurse raised her head in confusion. Milton continued, "Could you, for instance, confuse eight weeks of pregnancy with twelve weeks?" The nurse promptly waved her hand, responding, "That can't happen. The typical size of a gestational sac at eight weeks is about 2.6 cm.

By twelve weeks, a gestational sac typically measures 5.5 cm. That's a significant difference. How could they possibly make a mistake? The size of the patient's gestational sac is 5.3 centimeters. It's accurate in every respect, Mr. Lopez." Stay connected through gαℓησνℓs․com Milton's eyes narrowed suddenly. Was it possible that the reports he received from East Hospital on Candice's pregnancy were erroneous? How could such a basic error be made at East Hospital? Even the nurse understood that! "What else do you wish to know, Mr. Lopez?" the nurse asked. Milton shook his head. "That's enough.

I appreciate it." When Milton thanked her, the nurse's happiness was clear. "You're welcome, Mr. Lopez. Have no fear. When it comes to gynecologists, Dr. McCoy is the best in our facility. So, there's no need to worry about the patient. I must get back in now." The nurse hurried back to the resuscitation room once she finished speaking. The glass door closed again. Turning around, Milton found himself staring down the hall. Twelve weeks ago! That was Candice's wedding night! . . .