Chapter 8 The Baby Is Not Doing Good

• Trevor tightly embraced Winona's body, attempting to revert her back to how she used to be through such a gesture.
• Upon hearing the commotion inside the house, Flynn quickly pulled out his phone to call 911.
• Melanie stood off to the side, her hand covering her mouth, her eyes wide with shock and terror. Her other hand was trembling as she pointed toward what was beneath Winona.
• “Blood... Blood...”
• Her voice trembled, her face deathly pale.
• Only then did Trevor notice that the lower part of Winona's clothes were soaked a dark red, so red that it was somewhat glaring.
• Although he harbored resentment toward the child she was carrying, the current outcome was not what he had hoped for.
• While Trevor was still in a daze, a Code 3 ambulance had already driven into the mansion's courtyard. Medical staff, clad in white coats, streamed in one after another. They efficiently lifted Winona onto the stretcher.
• At some point, Melanie had unknowingly made her way to Trevor's side. She gently supported his arm, her eyes seemingly veiled with a thin layer of tears.
• “Mr. Fleming... Mrs. Fleming, she...”
• The sound of Melanie's voice pulled Trevor back from his daze to reality, and his arms regained their freedom of movement.
• What was that just now?
• Had he been worried about the daughter of the man who killed his father?
• Indifference once again crept onto Trevor's face. With a hint of distaste, he brushed off Melanie's hand from his arm.
• Melanie gave him a peculiar feeling, something he couldn't quite put into words. However, at the moment, he didn't have the luxury to delve into that.
• “Stay here. We'll discuss any matters when I return.”
• After Trevor finished speaking, he casually picked up the suit jacket hanging on the rack and strode out with purpose.
• As she watched the retreating figure of Trevor, Melanie clenched her fists discreetly, her eyes turning dark.
• In the hospital, the scent of disinfectant permeated every corner.
• Trevor was seated on a long bench in the hospital corridor, his legs casually spread apart with his hands clasped together. His head was slightly lowered in thought, and he appeared lost in his own world.
• Half an hour earlier, Trevor had stepped onto the ambulance, where he clutched onto Winona's hand the entire journey to the hospital, fearing that something might happen to her.
• Almost everyone in the vehicle could discern her importance to him.
• “How is she doing?”
• After a long silence, Trevor was the first to break the silence.
• The doctor in the ambulance was wary of Trevor's power, so his voice quivered slightly as he spoke.
• When Trevor's father was initially poisoned and rushed to the hospital, practically everyone in the hospital got a glimpse of the formidable side of this accomplished young man.
• “We would need to complete the medical examination at the hospital before we can determine the exact situation.”
• As the sole doctor in the vehicle, his almost bald head was breaking out in a cold sweat.
• It was unclear whether it was the high temperature in the car or Trevor's overwhelming presence, but his sweat didn't stop trickling the entire journey.
• Trevor remained silent, his eyes slightly bloodshot, and an unbearable chill radiated from him. The male nurses who had come along to carry the stretcher all lowered their heads, none daring to utter a word.
• The moment the ambulance came to a halt, everyone on board was granted a chance to catch their breath.
• Without a word, the bald doctor hurriedly opened the back door of the ambulance. The male nurses, having prepared the stretcher, exerted all their strength to push Winona into the examination room.
• Trevor gazed at the towering hospital building, a sense of unreality washing over him. Just a few months ago, he had been here, enduring the most heartbreaking event...
• “Find the best doctor...”
• With that order from Trevor, Flynn nodded in agreement, then hurriedly followed the nurses into the hospital building.
• “Mr. Fleming, there's been a slight issue in the operating room that needs you to make a decision.”
• Flynn's arrival interrupted Trevor's train of thought.
• He rose to his feet, lightly dusting off his pants that hadn't caught any dust at all. Following Flynn, he headed toward the end of the corridor.
• The hospital corridor was long and narrow. The closer one got to the operating room, the stronger the smell of disinfectant became, and the air seemed to grow increasingly cold.
• At the entrance of the operating room, a doctor dressed in full surgical attire was waiting for Trevor's arrival.
• “Mr. Fleming.”
• Upon seeing Trevor, the doctor quickly removed his mask and greeted him.
• Even the most skilled doctor in the hospital would immediately become deferential upon meeting a person of Trevor's status, his face filled with cautious respect.
• “What happened?”
• Trevor's brows furrowed slightly, a subconscious sense of foreboding emerging in his heart.
• “The child in Mrs. Fleming's womb isn't doing too well...”
• The doctor didn't explicitly express his thoughts. He had already heard about the Fleming family's affairs from the nurses in the operating room. Such a decision was not something he, an ordinary doctor, could make.
• “Get rid of the child.”
• Trevor frowned, appearing somewhat impatient.