During the surgery, Rachel Barton had a weak foundation, which led to someplications, so she needed to stay in the hospital for observation.


    Dolores Frieman, who was waiting outside the operating room, turned pale upon hearing this news and immediately asked, “Doctor, is my sister okay?”


    “It’s nothing serious, just a bit more bleeding than expected. She’ll be fine after staying in the hospital for a couple of days.”


    “Thank you, doctor! Thank you!” Dolores then looked at Vi Thompson with gratitude and said, “Miss Thompson, thank you as well.”


    Vi’s advice was indeed correct.


    If they had gone to a less reputable private hospital today, the situation might have turned out differently for Rachel.


    Dolores could hardly imagine it.


    “As long as Rachel is okay,” Vi said.


    Dolores nodded in agreement.


    When Rachel woke up again, she was surrounded by white and the smell of disinfectant filled her nostrils.


    It was quite pungent.<div>


    Where was she?


    It seemed she had been asleep for a long time.


    “Big sister?”


    Dolores was asleep by the bedside and jolted awake upon hearing Rachel’s voice, excitedly asked, “Are you awake, dear sister?”


    “Yes,” Rachel nodded. “Big sister, I’m thirsty…”


    Dolores immediately fetched water for Rachel.


    After drinking, Rachel felt a bit better. “Big sister, what happened to me?”


    Wasn’t abortion supposed to be a minor surgery?


    They said she could go home the same day after the operation.


    Why was she in a hospital room?


    Dolores exined, “There were someplications during the operation, and the doctor suggested staying for observation! It’s all thanks to Miss Thompson; if she hadn’t stopped us from going to a private hospital, who knows what your situation would be now!”


    Rachel nodded in understanding. “So that’s why. Where’s Vi?”


    Dolores replied, “She went out.”


    Just then, Vi walked in through the door.


    “Rachel.”


    She was holding a tiffin in her hand.


    “Vi.”


    Vi handed the chicken soup from the tiffin to Rachel. “Hungry? I brought some soup over. Have it while it’s hot.”<div>


    Rachel took the soup with tears streaming down her face. “Vi, thank you.”


    Without Vi, she couldn’t imagine what kind of condition she would be in now.


    “We’re friends, after all,” Vi said.


    Rachel’s eyes teared up again.<div>


    Once Rachel was confirmed to be okay, Vi went back to the Thompson n.


    She had been quite busytely.


    Sylvia Thompson was reading in the living room when she saw Vi return, she greeted, “You’re back, sister.”


    “Hmm.” Vi nodded slightly.


    At that moment, Sylvia received a message from her friend, Linda Hart.


    [I saw your sister at the hospital today!]


    [In the Obstetrics and Gynecology Department!]


    Seeing the message, Sylvia squinted her eyes and quickly replied, [You must have seen wrong. My sister would never go to such a ce!]


    [I’m absolutely certain!] Linda replied, [I even took several photos.]


    The photo was rather blurry due to distance and fear of being discovered by Vi.


    However, Vi was still Vi.


    Even a blurry silhouette could be recognized at a nce.


    Sylvia opened the picture and squinted her eyes.<div>


    Indeed, it was Vi.


    What was Vi doing there?


    Could she be pregnant?


    Yes.


    It must be.


    After all, Vi had been close to Terrence Lentz.


    Just a few days ago, she had seen Terrence waiting for Vi at the door.


    She didn’t expect Vi to be so brazen, engaging in such shameless acts.


    Just then, Linda sent another message, [So, wasn’t I right?]


    [Not only did I take a picture, but I also saw a man waiting for Vi outside the hospital!]


    [If my guess is correct, that man must be the father of the child, right?]


    Sylvia replied, [This matter must not be leaked to anyone. You know, I know, that’s enough.]


    After finishing the sentence, Sylvia emphasized, [Remember to keep it a secret, Linda. If anyone else finds out, my sister won’t be able to clear her name even if she jumps into the Yellow River. I believe she is not that kind of person!]<div>


    After sending the message,


    Sylvia’s eyes were filled with satisfaction.


    Sylvia knew Linda’s character well.


    Linda wasn’t particrly fond of Vi.


    Vi was outstanding, beautiful, and when she first came to Capital City, everyone thought she was just a country bumpkin who didn’t know anything.


    Though she was pretty, shecked depth and merely considered a vase.


    But after the College Entrance Examination results were released,


    Who would dare call Vi a vase?