My Sleeping Beauty Husband by Lyanna Nichols

Chapter 71 Possibly Lifelong Infertility

Cynthia returned to the bedroom. As long as she closed the door, she rushed into the bathroom quickly.

She put her fingers into her mouth and pressed her throat. A wave of nausea surged up.

She turned on the faucet, and the sound of water hid the sound of vomiting.

After a long time, she vomited up the medicine with the breakfast. Then she stopped.

Looking at herself in the mirror, her beautiful eyes were full of tears and her face was pale.

Her eyes darkened, and her fingers tightened.

She didn’t trust Stella.

She just teased her yesterday. After one night, she had changed entirely and was friendly and kind to

her.

Cynthia was not stupid.

She knew Stella was planning something.

There must be something wrong with that bowl of medicine.

Cynthia changed her clothes and was about to go to work. She accidentally glanced down from the

window

and saw a maid rushing to the garden with a bag in her arms. Her expression and movements were

very

suspicious.

She buried the bag and put a pot of flowers on it. Then she looked around to make sure no one saw

her. She

left in a panic.

Standing on the balcony on the second floor, Cynthia witnessed everything.

She sneered and was more sure that something was wrong with the medicine. If there was no problem,

why would the maid bury it? She was afraid of being found out.

Cynthia went downstairs, and Stella had already left. The maid was doing the cleaning. Cynthia walked

around the main building and went to the garden. She dug out the bag.

She opened it and saw dark medicine residue inside. She put it in her bag. Then she left the house as

if nothing had happened.

She did not rush to the obstetrics and gynecology department but went to an old doctor she trusted.

There were not many patients in the morning. The doctor was reading leisurely.

Cynthia knocked on the door. The doctor looked up and smiled kindly, “Ah, it’s you. You are free

today?”

Cynthia smiled sweetly. She said, “Mr. Lange, may I ask you something?”

Mr. Lange was a professor from Cynthia’s university. She took several of his classes back then.

Mr. Lange was the chairman of the Doctors Union in Fort. He had many years of clinical experience.

“Sure. What’s the matter?” Mr. Lange put down the book and asked seriously.

Cynthia took out the medicine from her bag and handed it to him, “Could you please tell me what is this

for?”

Cynthia was confused. If the medicine had harmful effects on the human body, Stella wouldn’t drink it.

As Cynthia knew, Stella cared about her health more than anyone else.

Professor Lange opened the bag, put on his glasses, and looked at it carefully.

Mr. Lange was quite good. Usually, it wouldn’t take him much time to recognize some medicine. But

this time,

he stared at the medicine for a long time.

He looked more and more serious.

Cynthia held her breath and asked, “Is there something wrong?”

After a long time, Mr. Lange put down the tweezers, took off his reading glasses, and looked up at her.

Instead of answering her question, he asked, “Who gave this to you?”

Cynthia’s heart sank utterly. Something was wrong with the medicine!

“As I said in my classes, the effect of medicine would be different when its amount changed. These

medicines were from two prescriptions. One is good for health, as for the other one…”

He paused for a bit, then he frowned and said, “If you take it a few more times, it may lead to lifelong

infertility.”

Cynthia’s face turned pale. She took a few steps back in disbelief and almost fell down.

She didn’t expect Stella to be so vicious. She thought she only didn’t like her and had a mean

personality.

However, she was wrong.

Seeing her reaction, Mr. Lange was nervous. He said, “Come here. Let me have a check of you!”

Cynthia sat on the chair facing him, “I took it this morning, and I felt unwell after it, so I vomited. Will it

harm

me?”

Alston just had told her that he wanted to have their baby. If she couldn’t conceive, she would regret it

to

death.

Mr. Lange checked her body and wrote a prescription.

“More or less. Take this medicine, and you will be fine.”

Cynthia took it over. Then she thought of something and asked, “If I take that medicine again, I… I will

induce

vomiting every time immediately after it. Can I take your medicine to detoxify?”

Mr. Lange nodded, “Yes, you can. But you better not to.”

Cynthia bit her lower lip and didn’t say anything.

Stella might play other tricks behind her back if she didn’t take it. It would be more dangerous.

“Thank you for your help, Mr. Lange. I need to go now.”

She forced a smile and was about to leave. Mr. Lange suddenly stopped her.

She turned back. Mr. Lange held the book and said, “Take care. You can always ask me for help.”

Cynthia was moved.

Many people hated her, but many spared no effort to help and love her.

Cynthia took the prescription and walked out. Helen came this way. They bumped into each other.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t look at the road…” Helen apologized. When she saw it was Cynthia, she breathed a

sigh of

relief, “Cynthia!”

She saw the prescription in her hand and asked, “Are you sick?”

“No, I’m fine. Just some small problems.” She said and put the prescription in her bag.

Cynthia saw the hickeys on Helen’s neck.

She hesitated for a moment, but still asked, “Did you spend the night with Dylan last night?”

Helen was a bit embarrassed, and then she said, “We are in a relationship now. I have a crush on him,

and he has good feelings for me, so we decide to have a try.”

“I see!” Cynthia smiled, “He is handsome and in good shape. Enjoy it, girl.”

“I will!” Helen recalled what had happened last night and her cheeks blushed. They both laughed.