Please Love Me, Mr. George

Chapter 815 Life is all about ups and downs 3

"Still not sure about Edward?" said Dennis, leaning over and placing the jacket he had taken off over

her, moving carefully to pinch the edges.

I tugged at his jacket, looked down and hugged Clarie close, and sighed, "It's not entirely because of

him, it's just that I feel like I'm not raising Clarie right and putting her through a lot."

If Diana had survived, even as a single parent, Clarie would have been just a normal girl, but because I

kept her around, she had a bone marrow transplant and a kidney transplant at such a young age,

almost costing her life.

I did too little for Clarie, even the cross necklace, also Deborah prepared himself before remembering,

five years have not prayed for Clarie what, not considered a competent mother.

Diana, she, will blame me, right?

At these words, Dennis was silent for a moment, his dark eyes fixed on me for a moment before he

said in an affirmative tone, "You gave her a complete home."

I didn't answer, I just looked at the cross necklace Clarie was wearing around her neck for a long time.

The first nine days of the year will officially resume, so Dennis and I discussed the first eight days of the

year at home to rest and adjust the state.

But early in the morning, I was still woken up by Dennis.

"What's wrong, didn't you say you weren't going anywhere today just stay home and be good?" I

crawled and sat up, rubbing my eyes.

"It's an emergency today, I'm leaving in half an hour, so hurry up and pack." When Dennis saw that I

was awake, he got out of bed and went to change his clothes.

"So sudden, what is it?" I yawned, somewhat reluctant to crawl out from under the covers.

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day early in the morning to get up, either with Uncle Andrew, Auntie Yara out of the morning run, tossed

enough, it is easy to return to the City P part of the corner, my lazy bug immediately be hooked out.

Seeing that he did not respond for a long time, I quietly opened one eye and glanced through the slit in

the eye.

Dennis stood in front of the front mirror to tie his tie, the collar of his shirt stood up, angular, and every

movement was pleasing to the eye.

Under the impact of such beauty, I immediately sobered up a large part, however, the next second

Dennis's words made me instantly inside a cold.

"Professor West just returned home last night and was able to find time to meet us today."

Professor West is a name that is not new to me.

The night before last when Baidu IVF, there were more than a thousand articles with the title "Professor

West, the father of IVF", so even if I didn't click on it, I knew more or less the authority of this Professor

West.

It turns out that Dennis saw it at the time, but just deliberately did not say, secretly made these

arrangements.

It's not true that I wasn't touched by the fact that he had taken such details to heart, but the

bewilderment I felt at the moment was also real.

I don't reject the idea of IVF, but I feel helpless knowing the outcome. I know that the world average

pregnancy rate for IVF is less than 60 percent, and I am weak, my uterus has been severely damaged,

and I have had two miscarriages, so my chances of successful conception have been reduced by half.

Most importantly, even with successful in vitro fertilization, with my current situation, there is a high

percentage chance of habitual miscarriage.

Once hope begins, it will be like a flood of beasts. I have already fallen into despair twice, and I dare

not think of experiencing the image of losing my flesh and blood for the third time.

I still feel the tearing pain of my first child, the moment he suffocated and struggled in my belly.

I hid the information from Dennis because I was afraid to face the situation.

Sitting on the bed, I almost experienced an out-of-body experience, going back to the moment of the

miscarriage and experiencing the despair and suffocation once again.

A familiar warmth came from my wrist, and when I looked back, I bumped into Dennis' gentle,

affectionate gaze.

He was half kneeling by the bed and was taking my hand and playing with it in his hands, his dark eyes

looking at me seriously.

"I know, you're worried that it won't work, and that it's a waste of effort, and that those who don't know

any better will suddenly jump out and hurt you and the baby again, but, Clara, don't be afraid, think of

when I saved you from death, think of Auntie Yara's words, with me, with us, God will not fail you again,

this time, it won't Fail, just think of it as for me, try again, okay?"

I looked at his face and couldn't quite tell if Dennis really needed a child that badly, but there was one

thing that he convinced me of.

God will not treat me badly for the third time, every woman should have the right to be a mother, even if

the fate of the people, it should have ended long ago.

After thinking it over, I changed my clothes, asked Nanny to look after Clarie, and drove with Dennis to

City P First Hospital.

Dennis did not ask for a driver, he drove himself, I sat in the passenger side, half an hour drive, like a

century so long.

At the hospital, I met the Professor West who only had a floor plan on some degree. His hairline was a

bit high, he wore a white coat and smelled of sterile water, but it didn't affect his easy-going face at all.

After a brief inquiry, Professor West asked me to go with Dennis for a physical examination first.

Dennis only needed a semen test, while I had almost all the important gynecological tests done,

including routine blood analysis, diagnostic scraping, basic endocrine hormone determination and anti-

sperm antibody testing, in addition to the basic gynecological tests, and the good news is that the

nearby hospital was efficient, and Dennis spent a penny to take me through the tests in the fastest time

possible and returned to the first hospital with my medical records.

Professor West looked at my medical record book for a long time and finally took off his glasses with a

serious expression, "Mrs. George?"

"Yes." I grabbed Dennis's hand, just waiting for the professor to open his mouth, already making my

palms sweat with nervousness, and not grabbing him, I was afraid that if I opened my mouth, I would

cry out without fighting.

"The situation is a bit complicated, you have miscarried twice, both times after the child was formed,

due to the artificial accidental miscarriage, the child struggled in the abdomen for too long, the damage

to your uterus is great, whether you can successfully stimulate super ovulation first, now your uterus,

for the time being, can not meet the environmental standards for embryo survival ......"

Although the diagnosis was expected, I couldn't help but swallow my saliva, and only after a long time

did I speak with a sobbing voice, "So, Professor West, are you saying that even with IVF, I don't stand a

chance?"

My voice was getting smaller and smaller, the last sobs couldn't even hide the fact that I don't know

how I finished asking this question.

Just this moment, I once again perceived how strong my desire to be a mother, once upon a time, even

if I knew that my chances of getting pregnant were small, but at least they were there, but now that I

was declared to have zero chance, I didn't feel sad, but I felt like my whole heart had died.