My Parents Went Gray Overnight After My Sacrifice

When his mistress was sick and hospitalized, my husband secretly took my blood sample for matching.

That night, he came home excitedly and hugged me tightly, “Althea, that's great, the match was successful, you can donate marrow to save Deanna.”

I looked into my husband's eyes and whispered, “But I'm pregnant.”

My husband said, “We can have children again in the future, but if Deanna misses the chance, she will never recover.

“Althea, if you really love me, do not let me have regrets for the rest of my life.”

I nodded, “Okay.”

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“Are you crazy? The baby is already seven months old. You want to have an abortion? This is irresponsible to the fetus and even more so to yourself.

“You are already physically weak and if you have an induced abortion at such a late stage, it will easily lead to lifelong infertility!”

In the clinic, Dr. Sunny smashed the water cup in anger.

Dr. Sunny was the best obstetrician and gynecologist in the city and a long-time friend of my mother.

That time that I was about to give birth, when she heard that I wanted to have an abortion, she was heartbroken and angry and had a big tantrum.

I was somewhat touched, but I still said firmly, “Dr. Sunny, I do not want this child anymore. Please help me get rid of it.”

Dr. Sunny sat on the chair, calmed down for a while and called my mother.

At this time, the door of the ward was pushed open.

My husband walked in and said impatiently, “Is it not ready yet? It takes so long to have an abortion? Deanna is still waiting for a marrow donation.”

Dr. Sunny quickly figured out what happened. She said to me angrily, “Althea, you are so insane. How could you agree to such a ridiculous thing?”

I lowered my head and said nothing.

My husband said to Dr. Sunny with a look of dissatisfaction, “Are you going to have the abortion or not? If not, do not waste our time.”

She said coldly, “I won't do this kind of unscrupulous surgery.”

My husband said loudly, “So, you refuse to give us the treatment? Okay, I will complain to your supervisor.”

My husband turned and went out.

As he opened the door, I saw many patients looking inside.

When they looked at my husband, their faces were full of contempt. When they looked at me, they were full of disappointment.

After my husband left, an old lady even walked in and said to me, “Girl, do not be confused. I can tell that your man is not a good person.”

Other patients said, “Yes, girl, you want to donate bone marrow to the mistress? Isn't this just warming her bed?”

“To put it bluntly, this is a bit... unreasonable. Even the maids in the same room do not have this kind of thing.”

I whispered, “You misunderstood my husband.”

Dr. Sunny sighed and closed the door of the ward.

She kept asking me, “Did your husband threaten you? What methods did he use to force you?”

She even lifted up my clothes to see if I had any injuries or if I had been abused.

I shook my head and smiled sadly, “I just want to make him happy. As long as my husband is happy, I do not care.”

Before I could finish my words, I felt a pain in my back.

I turned around and saw my mother sitting in a wheelchair, looking at me with tears in her eyes.

She held the cane in her hand and hit me on the head without saying anything, “I will beat you to death, you fool unfilial daughter.”

I stood there, silently enduring the beating from my mother.

I was an only child.

Three years ago, my parents had a car accident while inspecting a project.

My mother broke one of her legs and had been confined to a wheelchair and crutches ever since.

My father suffered multiple injuries all over his body and was in critical condition, so he was admitted to the ICU.