Chapter 298 F*cking Go to Hell!

The doctor repeated her words. Dorothy clenched her fists and looked at the doctor disbelievingly. "Are you saying that I... I'm pregnant? Am I really pregnant?" "Miss Fisher, I've seen your test results, and I did another simple test just now. It's likely that you really are pregnant. You're still in the very early stages, maybe about a week or so. If you want to know for sure, you can get an ultrasound done." "Thank you, doctor, thank you. I understand." Dorothy was almost incoherent in her agitation. The news of her pregnancy reverberated in her mind. She sat on the bed in a daze, seemingly overwhelmed with joy. If she truly were pregnant, that meant that they could extract blood from the umbilical cord to save Belle. Dorothy had heard that when she was about twenty weeks pregnant, they could extract the blood to see whether it was a match with Belle's. The likeliness was about 90%. As for the latter 10% of failure, Dorothy chose to i