Elizabeth waved her hand, signaling Noreen to come closer. Leaning in, she whispered a secret plan directly into Noreen's ear.
They exchanged a long, knowing glance and then shared an identical, eerie smile.
Noreen's face instantly lit up with wicked excitement. "Alright! Leave it to me!"
After Noreen hurried out, Elizabeth's previously cheerful demeanor vanished.
She muttered under her breath, a single, venomous word. "Idiot."
Just as a cold smirk settled on her lips, the doctor entered the room.
"Elizabeth, I've consulted with the head physician about your abortion request. You have severe thalassemia. Given your specific condition, we strongly do not recommend the procedure. It could permanently affect your future fertility and even pose a serious risk to your life."
To Elizabeth, the doctor's warning sounded like nothing but pathetic scare tactics.
