Forbidden Passion
Chapter 617 It Was Triplets

The hospital was pretty chill. When they got to the OB-GYN director's office, the pregnant lady in front of them had just walked out. She looked super pregnant, staring at her ultrasound report with this mix of love and determination. As Phoebe walked by, she caught a glimpse of the ultrasound and felt a stab in her chest. Cindy dragged her into the doc's office.

After checking her ID, the OB-GYN director asked, "When was your last period?"

"April 15th," Phoebe answered.

The director jotted it down, firing off more questions. Phoebe answered, heart racing like crazy.

Phoebe was praying she was wrong, that all those pregnancy tests were just duds.

But when she was lying in the ultrasound room, and the doc was moving that thing over her belly, she got super anxious.

"Doc, I'm not pregnant, right?" she asked, voice all tight.

After a bit, the doc said, "Congrats, you're having triplets."

"What?"

Phoebe had no clue how she got out of that room. She was pale as a ghost, shaking like a leaf.

Cindy rushed over, grabbing her shoulders as Phoebe started to slump. She helped her sit on a nearby chair.

"Phoebe, are you really pregnant?" Cindy asked. She'd been hoping it was just a mix-up. Phoebe had just gotten divorced and had no idea who the dad was. Keeping the baby would be a huge deal. But seeing Phoebe's face, Cindy was pretty sure she was pregnant.

What now?

Phoebe sat there for ages, trying to calm down. She put her hand on her belly. She couldn't feel anything, but it was like she could sense those three little heartbeats.

Before Phoebe could say anything, the nurse called out, "Cindy, you can grab the report now."

Cindy glanced at Phoebe, then went to get the report. It was her first time looking at one, and she scanned it like crazy until she saw the result.

Triplets?

"Oh my gosh!" Cindy blurted out. It wasn't the best time for it, but she couldn't help but be impressed.

What Theodore couldn't do, this guy nailed it, and with three kids at once. Who wouldn't be amazed? Phoebe closed her eyes. "Alright, keep it to yourself."

Cindy brought the report over and sat next to Phoebe, not sure if she should be happy or freaked out.

"Phoebe, triplets, what now?" Cindy was lost. Given Phoebe's situation, raising triplets shouldn't be too much trouble, but...

Phoebe had no clue either. After a bit, she stood up, leaning on the wall. "Let's hit up the director's office before she clocks out." "Right, I'll help you. Take it slow," Cindy said.

Phoebe was like gold now. Until she figured out what to do, she needed to be super careful.

Phoebe floated into the office, and Cindy handed the report to the director.

The director adjusted her glasses, surprised to see triplets. "Triplets, that's rare. In all my years, this is a first. Congrats, Ms. Croix."

Phoebe and Cindy stood there, feeling all sorts of things.

Seeing Phoebe totally zoned out by the news, Cindy jumped in, "Doc, my friend's been on a bunch of meds before. Is that gonna mess with the babies?"

The director asked, "What kind of meds?"

Phoebe bit her lip and explained it was for body conditioning. The director thought for a sec and said, "Shouldn't be a big deal."

"And what about my health?" Phoebe hesitated, looking for a way out of this pregnancy.

The director checked the report. "You're pretty healthy, just a bit anemic and low on calcium. You haven't been taking folic acid, right? Start now and come back in two months." Phoebe clenched her fists. "Doc, I want an abortion."

The director looked surprised. "Triplets are rare, but yeah, raising them is pricey. If you really want an abortion, do it soon. Waiting will be worse for your health."

Cindy, standing next to her, got anxious. "Doc, my friend had a miscarriage before. If she doesn't want the babies now, will it be hard for her to get pregnant again?" Phoebe instinctively looked at Cindy, who put a hand on her shoulder. "We gotta ask everything so you can decide."

Phoebe bit her lip and looked at the director.

The director thought for a moment. "Miscarriages do harm the body. Another one could have long-term effects, maybe even make it impossible for you to have kids. Talk it over with your husband. If you can afford three kids, it's better to keep them."

Phoebe was speechless.

As they left the office, Phoebe's legs wobbled, and Cindy quickly caught her. Seeing Phoebe's even paler face, Cindy asked, "Phoebe, you okay?"

Phoebe closed her eyes, her lashes trembling.

What should she do?

If she had known it would end up like this, she wouldn't have gone to that party with Raphael, taken the room key from him, or ended up in the wrong room. But what good was regret now?

Seeing Phoebe's shattered look, Cindy felt heartbroken. "Phoebe, let's get the meds first and talk after we leave the hospital."

Phoebe barely pulled herself together and followed Cindy to the hall, her steps shaky.

Cindy went to pay and get the meds, while Phoebe sat on a bench, staring blankly at the hospital entrance. The sunlight was blinding, and a black Maybach pulled up. The sleek car gleamed in the sunlight, and the glare made Phoebe squint. She saw a man and a woman get out.

Theodore was tall with long legs, his black pants showing off his lean frame. He walked with confidence, and the woman behind him jogged to catch up, reaching for his arm. Phoebe's lashes fluttered. It had been nearly three months since the divorce, and this was the first time she'd seen Theodore. She thought she'd locked all those memories away. But the moment she saw Theodore, all those memories-happy, sad, painful came rushing back, overwhelming her.

Theodore raised his arm, about to brush off the woman's hand, but when he saw Phoebe sitting on the bench, he froze.

The woman followed his gaze and saw Phoebe. She knew who Phoebe was, supposedly Theodore's secretary and lover. "Theodore, who's she?" The woman, pretending not to know, asked.