Stop acting childish
Marco immediately got up from his seat as the doctor emerged from the examination room.
“How is her condition?” Marco asked, prompting the doctor to remove the mask he had been wearing all along.
“We can talk in my office. How about that?” the doctor suggested, and Marco nodded, following the doctor to his office. Marco sat directly in front of the doctor, observing the doctor’s movements as he jotted something down.
“It seems your wife is exhausted. Has this condition occurred frequently before?” the doctor inquired, causing Marco to pause for a moment, trying to think of the right answer.
“It seems so. I don’t know, she never told me when she was feeling unwell, and this is the first time I’ve seen her in such pain,” Marco explained with a hint of annoyance, prompting the doctor to let out a long sigh.
“As a husband, you should pay more attention. After examining her pregnancy, she’s currently at eight weeks, a critical phase where both the fetus and the mother require substantial nutrition. Not only that, but the mother’s psychological well-being also significantly affects the pregnancy. Miss Letta herself is severely malnourished, which will greatly affect her fetus, especially if she’s fatigued. It will have negative implications in the future,” the doctor explained, leaving Marco silent.
Marco pondered whether the woman had been eating and resting properly all this time, or if she had been working tirelessly with the baby in her belly. Marco could only rough his face with his hand.NôvelDrama.Org content.
“So, what should I do?” Marco asked.
“Of course, you have to pay attention and take care of her. Make sure she doesn’t get tired, stressed, and monitor her dietary intake. That’s crucial. If all that is managed, the good news is that the frequent cramping might reduce,” the doctor said, causing Marco to nod. They conversed for a few more minutes, with Marco inquiring about Letta’s condition.
Afterward, Marco exited the doctor’s office and walked towards the room where Letta was resting. He reached out his hand and opened Letta’s door, seeing her about to get off the bed, prompting Marco to widen his eyes and quickly approach Letta.
“What are you doing?” Marco asked, grabbing Letta’s arm.
“Why? I’m bored. I want to take a walk. Besides, I’m fine. Wouldn’t it be better if we went home? I should just go home, what do you say?” Letta said, naturally prompting Marco to immediately refute her.
“No going home. You have to stay here until you recover,” Marco insisted, causing Letta to look at him with a displeased expression.
“Why? I’m perfectly fine. It’s just regular cramps that I sometimes experience. Besides, it’ll be fine later,” Letta stated, leading Marco to give her a sharp and serious look.
“Stop acting childish and stop underestimating like this. Do you know how important the baby inside you is to me? So don’t be so reckless, especially since the doctor said that the baby is malnourished, and it will affect its growth. Just because you’re thinking about postpartum life, don’t forget about the baby you’re carrying,” Marco asserted, leaving Letta silent. Letta could see Marco’s jaw clenched and his sharp eyes now directly fixated on her own.
“I’ve already said it’s better not to work, and if I don’t stop you forcefully, you’ll keep working until your belly grows. Starting now, you’re moving out of your apartment and into the house I’ve prepared,” Marco declared as if not willing to be contradicted, causing Letta to widen her eyes.
“No, no. I don’t want to leave my apartment. I’ve paid for it for the next few months. If I leave just like that, they won’t refund my money. That would be a waste,” Letta explained, prompting Marco to give her a sharp look, rendering Letta silent.
“You know I don’t want to be contradicted, right?” Marco said, causing Letta to wince. Of course, she had already spent half of her savings to pay for that apartment, and how could Letta just leave like that.
“Please let me stay for a few more months at least,” Letta pleaded, making Marco truly unsure of how to approach the situation.
“Have you forgotten that we’re getting married in a few days? Besides, I don’t want you living in that apartment. I don’t care about the down payment you’ve made. What’s clear is that you have to move to the house I’ve arranged without any further objections. Now, it’s better for you to rest and not do anything reckless. I don’t want anything dangerous to happen to our baby,” Mario stated, intending to turn around and leave Letta, but halted when Letta objected again.
“Do you think this is just your baby? It’s my baby too. I’m the one carrying it, so I know my own condition, as well as the condition of my baby. Do you think I’m a heartless mother who would ignore my own pregnancy? All this time, I’ve been trying my best all by myself without any help from anyone. I’ve been trying to convince myself that I’ll be fine. I’m not that heartless woman to neglect my own and my baby’s safety. So, you don’t need to be like that. Even though we’re getting married, I’ll still stay in that apartment, with or without your approval. Besides, our marriage is just for the sake of this child’s birth certificate, nothing more,” Letta asserted, causing Marco to turn back once again.
“It’s better for you to rest now. I don’t want to argue. Besides, the doctor said you shouldn’t be stressed or exhausted. Let’s end our conversation here,” Marco stated before truly leaving the room where Letta was being treated, leaving Letta staring angrily at the closed door.
“If he tells me to rest, he should at least accompany me. I can’t be alone in this medicine-scented room. I’m really sick of breathing in this air,” Letta muttered. However, she couldn’t step out because she knew the man would stop her again.
Letta then chose to lie back on the bed while playing with her phone. However, her hand movements stopped when she suddenly found a message sent by Abian, four hours ago. There were even missed calls that Letta had ignored, leaving her silent. Was she being too cruel by not letting Abian know about her current condition, Letta wondered.