Chapter 86
Maeve couldn’t help but laugh as she read the text. She honestly envied Chloe’s carefree, spontaneous lifestyle.
[If Chloe doesn’t need the materials anymore, I would love to have them p>
[Thank you p>
Jonathan: [It’s no trouble at all. Don’t worry about it p>
Maeve tucked her phone away and checked the time. Her test results were ready, so she grabbed the paperwork and headed straight to Vivian’s office.
Vivian carefully reviewed the chart, her brow furrowing deeper with every line she read.
“Mae, how did your body get this depleted p>
Maeve’s chest tightened in alarm. “Is my health really that bad, Mom p>
“You’re incredibly fragile right now,” Vivian said, setting the chart down with a heavy, pained sigh.
“With your body in this state, going through an abortion could permanently destroy your chances of ever becoming a mother again p>
Maeve’s face went completely ashen, her fingers instinctively twisting the fabric over her stomach.
Vivian quickly rushed to comfort her. “Don’t panic just yet. You’re barely two months along. The physical toll of the procedure is the same anytime within the first trimester. You need to focus entirely on rebuilding your strength before we make any irreversible decisions p>
Maeve wiped her sweaty palms against her dress, a determined fire burning in her eyes.
“With you and Dad here, I’m not afraid of anything p>
The abortion was officially put on hold.
Not wanting to disrupt her mother’s busy schedule, Maeve headed home alone, cracked open her laptop, and threw herself into researching the perfumer certification process.
She was already gifted at blending incense, but modern liquid fragrances had a massive global market.
She planned to master both; extra skills were always a blessing.
For the next two days, Maeve drank the nutritious broths her parents prepared, devoured study materials, and buried herself in research.
She absorbed information like a sponge.
The more she learned, the deeper her passion for perfumery grew.
She was completely energized, feeling no fatigue whatsoever.
By the time Frederick realized Maeve had completely vanished, three full days had already passed.
He had shoved Zoe that day, causing her to bleed and show signs of a miscarriage. She needed constant supervision, forcing him to stay glued to her bedside without a moment to step away.
Inside the luxurious VIP suite at Capital General Hospital, Zoe leaned against an array of plush pillows, flipping through a brochure of high-end real estate listings.
Driven by intense guilt, Frederick had handed over his black card, telling her to buy whatever she wanted.
Her very first priority was locking down a piece of premium real estate.
“Frederick, what do you think of this layout p>
Zoe thrust the glossy catalog in front of him. They were going to live together eventually, so naturally, she needed his input.
Frederick completely zoned out.
“Frederick? Frederick?” Zoe called out several times.
He finally snapped back to reality, shoving his phone into his pocket and looking at her.
“What is it p>
She pointed eagerly at the floor plan. “What do you think of this house p>
Frederick gave it a passing glance, not even registering the details before offering a dismissive reply.
“It’s fine. If you like it, get it p>
Zoe beamed with delight and opened her mouth to ask about the interior finishes, but he cut her off.
“I have some urgent business to handle. Keep browsing, I need to step out for a call p>
“Okay,” she replied obediently.
The moment Frederick stepped into the hallway, he dialed Sebastian’s number.
“Where is Maeve? Have you found anything yet p>
“Oh, Maeve Sebastian drawled out the syllables lazily.
“Yeah, I found her. She’s in Silveridge p>