My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna) novel Chapter 1562

"Are you still worried about Sebastian?" Hendrix asked. He leaned over and covered Anne with his jacket.

I tugged on the hem of his jacket and held Anne tightly against me. I could not help but sigh. "Not really. I just feel that I didn't take good care of Anne," I told him.

If Monique were still alive, even if she were a single mother, Anne would be leading a healthy, albeit ordinary life. However, because of me, Anne had to undergo so many organ transplants at such a young age, which had almost cost her life.

I had done so little for Anne. Even Emma was the one who'd prepared the lucky pendant for Anne. It reminded me that I hadn't prayed for Anne in the past year. I couldn't be regarded as a qualified mother.

If Monique could see all of this, she would probably blame me for not taking good care of Anne.

Hearing this, Hendrix fell into silence for a while and then looked at me. Then, after a while, he said in a certain tone, "You gave her a loving home."

I didn't reply to him. Instead, I stared dazedly at the lucky pendant around Anne's neck for a long while.

The ninth day of the new year was the end of the holidays, and we'd have to get back to work after that, so Hendrix and I decided to take a good rest at home on the eighth day of the new year.

However, I was woken up by Hendrix early in the morning.

"What's wrong? Didn't you say that you don't want to go anywhere today?" I asked as I sat up, rubbing my eyes.

"I have something urgent to do today. I'll be out in half an hour. Hurry up and get yourself ready," Hendrix said. Seeing that I had woken up, he got out of bed to change his clothes.

"This is so sudden. What's going on?" I asked. I yawned and was reluctant to get out of bed.

The day before yesterday, when I was searching for information about in vitro fertilization, I had seen lots of articles like "The Father of IVF, Amos Jules." Even though I didn't click on them, just scrolling alone made me aware of how highly respected Dr. Jules was in this field.

It turned out that Hendrix had picked up on what I was looking at. However, he did not mention it to me and had secretly made these arrangements.

He had kept such a tiny detail in his mind. I would be lying if I said that I wasn't moved at all. However, at that moment, I was truly at a loss.

I did not reject the possibility of having a baby through IVF. However, even though the outcome would be less than stellar, that feeling of insistence made me feel a little helpless. After all, the average success rate of an IVF pregnancy was less than 60%. My body was so weak, and my uterus was seriously damaged. I had miscarried twice, and the probability of successfully conceiving had been reduced by more than half. I was not sure if I really wanted to fight for that 30% chance.

Most importantly, in my current condition, even if I managed to get pregnant through external fertilization, there was a high possibility that I would end up miscarrying during the pregnancy again.

I really hoped that I would succeed this time. I had fallen into despair twice, and I did not even dare to imagine losing a child for the third time.