Chapter 762 What Do You Mean By Infertile
After Derrick arrived, Isabella was still adamant about suing Tiffany. Derrick reached out to a high-rank officer whom he knew at the station, but Isabella still refused to budge. At the end of the day, Amelia could only call Oscar to come over.
Isabella’s attitude took a one-hundred-and-eighty shift the moment Oscar arrived. “Oscar, you’re here! I was just trying to pull Amelia’s leg. I told her my injury isn’t a big deal, but Amelia insisted on calling you over.” Isabella smiled.
Oscar glanced at her briefly. “She said you wanted to sue Tiffany. Do you still want to do that now that I’m here? If not, I’m asking the chief to retract the report.”
“This is just a misunderstanding,” Isabella replied, biting her lip. “There’s no way I’ll make things difficult for Tiffany. After all, she’s Amelia’s friend. I didn’t intend to bring her to court. I was just joking when I said that.” She turned to Amelia. “Amelia, are you angry with me? I was just kidding. You’ll forgive me, right?”
Amelia forced a smile.
Since Isabella had said so, Oscar pulled some strings and requested that the police drop the charges. Then, he patted Amelia’s head and asked, “Did you get hurt?”
Amelia shook her head.
“Make sure you inform me right away next time anything happens. I want to hear everything from you, not the others. All right?” Oscar reminded.
“Don’t worry. I’ll protect myself.” Amelia wanted to say something else, but suddenly, Isabella ran into her from behind, pushing her forward. In a quick swoop, Oscar pulled her back and glared at Isabella.
“I’m sorry, Oscar. I didn’t do it on purpose,” Isabella said carefully. “My head hurts, and I can’t walk properly. Could you send me to the hospital to check on my wound again? The pain is excruciating.”
Oscar called the driver over and ordered, “Send Ms. Walker to the hospital to get her wound treated. You’re not obliged to treat her nicely. Just make sure she stays alive.”
The driver’s lips twitched. “Sure, Mr. Clinton.”
Isabella’s hand on her head froze. Oscar is so cruel!
“Could you guys send me there, Oscar? You should at least show remorse after what Tiffany did to me, right?” Isabella asked pitifully.
“Caleb, didn’t you see that Ms. Walker is so weak she’s almost fainting? Send her to the hospital. Quick.”
The driver nodded and gestured for Isabella to enter.
“Over here, Ms. Walker,” he said.
Isabella had no choice but to get into the car as she was told.
“Thank you so much, Mr. Clinton!” Tiffany said, watching the car speed off.
Oscar nodded lightly. “Derrick, why don’t you send Tiffany back first? She doesn’t look well.”
Derrick seemed to have something else to say, but Amelia beat him to it. “Derrick, I’d like to talk to Amelia. Do you mind grabbing some food with Oscar?”
Derrick nodded and left with Oscar.
After that, Amelia helped Tiffany to a tree and sat down under the shade. “What did the doctor say?”
“I went for a checkup to know when I can start preparing for pregnancy, but the doctor said that even with the uterine septum surgery, it’ll still be difficult for me to have a child. That means I’ll probably never get to be a mother,” Tiffany admitted with a sad smile.
To Tiffany, her infertility was the most devastating blow. She had always wanted to give Derrick children of their own and had been making the necessary preparation. However, her hope was crushed when the doctor said she could not get pregnant.
Tiffany could already imagine how the Hissons would react when they heard about the news.
After everything she did to become the best-selling author and marry the man of her dreams, she thought it was finally time for her to enjoy a blissful life. Yet in just the blink of an eye, her beautiful dream shattered.
“Could it be a mistake?” Amelia asked.
Tiffany smiled bitterly. “I wish it was one.”
“Well, the doctor only said it’s difficult, but it’s not entirely impossible. Don’t stress yourself out. I’m sure you’ll be able to get your own child one day. Just relax,” Amelia comforted.
“Babe, I am so, so sad!” Tiffany said, hugging Amelia.
“Tiff, you’ll have a child. Don’t overburden yourself. I’m sure Derrick will go through this with you,” Amelia consoled and patted her back.
Tiffany sighed when she heard that.
All of a sudden, neither of them knew how to continue the conversation. They sat under the tree for a good twenty minutes before they eventually went home.
On the way back, Tiffany sat in the passenger’s seat in a daze while Derrick drove with his eyes on the road.
After some time, he reached out and patted Tiffany. “Don’t overthink, Tiff. We’ll get a baby one day. It’s just not now.”
Tiffany turned to look at Derrick. “You knew.”
“Yeah. Mr. Clinton showed me the report. It’s okay. We will have a child in the future. I’ve always wanted to enjoy married life with you, so we don’t have to have kids anytime soon,” Derrick stated, faking nonchalance.
Tiffany rubbed his palm. “I’m sorry, Derrick. Will we end up getting a divorce if I can’t get pregnant?”
“Don’t be silly. I didn’t expect such a dumb question from you,” Derrick replied with a faint smile.
Tiffany smiled too, but a glint of worry lingered in her eyes.
Derrick’s the only son in the family, so the family expects him to have an heir. There’s no way they’ll accept my infertility. His mother might kick me out of the house once she finds out.
As Tiffany expected, as soon as they reached the Hisson residence, Kate ran out of the house. “Where’s the report?”
“I’m sorry, Mom. I lost Tiff’s report,” Derrick said, putting his hand around Tiffany’s shoulder.
Kate’s face darkened. “Derrick, I’m serious when I said I want a grandchild, so stop messing with me.”
“Mom, I’ve been so busy with work I doze off the moment I hit the bed every night. Tiff and I haven’t been doing it recently. There’s no way the baby is mine if she gets pregnant now.”
“No more word game, Derrick. I want the report. I want to know what’s wrong with her body. It’s been two months since the surgery. It’s time you guys consider having a baby,” Kate insisted.
Derrick pulled Tiffany behind her and replied, “Mom, can you stop stressing her out? I’m not ready to be a father!”
Upon hearing that, Kate suddenly changed her attitude and put on a pitiful face. “Derrick, I know I’m being pushy, but I just want to have a grandchild. I don’t mean to ask Tiff to get pregnant now. I just want to know what the doctor said about her condition.”
Derrick was stumped. He could still talk back if Kate had confronted him aggressively, but when she suddenly went soft on him, he was at a loss for words.
Seeing this, Tiffany stood forward to face Kate and took out the report from her bag. “Mom, this is the report. Have a look.”
Kate read it, and her face puffed red in anger when she saw the doctor’s comment in large print.
“High chances of infertility? I thought the doctor said you could get pregnant soon after the surgery. What’s with the conclusion this time? Derrick is our only child! We won’t get a grandchild if you can’t give him a baby!” Kate fumed.
Tiffany gazed at her with a complicated emotion in her eyes.
