The Unwilling CEO's Love Game novel Chapter 58

The next day, Jocelyn tagged along with Quinta to the city hospital for a check-up. There was a whole laundry list of things to get checked out, so there was no way they were gonna breeze through it quickly. All sorts of tests and reports consumed time to process.

While Quinta was getting poked and prodded, Jocelyn stayed out in the waiting area.

Only when you're actually in the thick of it will you realize just how many folks are itching to have a bun in the oven but can't seem to make it happen. It's mostly women flying alone here, barely a dude in sight.

Jocelyn found it kind of heartbreaking.

Having babies is a two-person gig, but somehow it always seems to fall back on the ladies responsibility.

Can't get pregnant? It's on the woman. Didn't give birth to a son? That's on her too. Kid's got a bad attitude? Guess who's fault that is. Bad grades? You guessed it. It's like the guys have nothing to do with it.

Sometimes, Jocelyn could totally get why Melvin wasn't keen on tying the knot.

Sure, there are happy marriages out there. It's a fifty-fifty shot. But who knows what your own marriage is gonna look like?

It wasn't until the afternoon that Quinta got her hands on all her medical reports. One of her fallopian tubes was totally blocked, and the other was inflamed, making it tough to get pregnant. Even if she did, the chances of an ectopic pregnancy were sky-high. The doctor suggested getting the tubes removed and going for IVF.

Clutching the reports, Quinta sat down, trying her darnedest not to cry, but her eyes reddened anyway.

She bit her lip, trying to fake some calm and shook her head at Jocelyn, "I'm fine."

Jocelyn couldn't truly get it, but she knew this hit Quinta like a ton of bricks.

She gave her a gentle hug, choked up, "Quinta, don’t worry. It's just surgery, right? I'm here for you."

Quinta couldn't hold back any longer and just bawled into Jocelyn's arms.

Jocelyn couldn't help but tear up too, with the sound of Quinta's muffled sobs.

Hospitals are ground zero for tears. It’s said that hospital walls have heard more heartfelt prayers than any church. People who come here are praying for the best.

After a while, Quinta dried her tears and let go of Jocelyn, "I'll go splash some water on my face."

"Okay."

Jocelyn waited by the door with Quinta's stuff.

Suddenly, someone bumped into her, and the medical reports scattered everywhere. The person who bumped her seemed in a rush, muttered a quick sorry, and dashed off.

Jocelyn was already feeling low, but what can you do in that situation? She squatted down to pick up the mess.

A pair of shiny shoes stopped in front of a report. Jocelyn reached out, picked it up, and looked up.

The face above the shoes was not a happy one.

Jocelyn gripped the reports tight, took a deep breath, and stood up. This was not the time for pleasantries. Might as well skip the hellos.

She sidestepped, ready to find another place to wait for Quinta.

"Gynecology check-up?" Melvin had caught a glimpse of one of the reports but only saw the type of test, nothing else.

Jocelyn stuffed everything into her bag and just gave him a smile, "Yep."

Melvin squinted, "What's up?"

"Nothing." Jocelyn was polite but distant, even taking a step back further.

Melvin, picking up on her vibe, snorted coldly, eyeing Jocelyn, "I underestimated you. You've got quite the tolerance."

Jocelyn looked at him puzzled, not getting his drift.

"Isn't there something you want to explain to me?" Melvin was losing his patience.

Jocelyn frowned slightly, "Explain what?"

"Ha." Melvin was pissed, especially seeing her innocent act. It just fueled his anger.

No idea how she kept her cool like that.