Chapter 118

Silvia "This is complete bullshit," I muttered through gritted teeth, squeezing Mielle's hand as the doctor delivered his clinical verdict. "Unfortunately in here, pregnancies past six weeks require the father's consent for termination procedures—even in... complicated situations like this," he explained, his professional tone barely masking his own frustration. "The law requires paternal involvement regardless of conception circumstances." "Are you kidding me?" I snapped, my voice rising . "She was drugged and assaulted! And now she needs her rapist's permission?" Mielle flinched beside me, her fingers trembling in mine. I could feel her pulse racing through our connected hands, her fear as tangible as the sterile hospital air around us. The doctor sighed heavily, removing his glasses and pinching the bridge of his nose. "Trust me, I hate this law as much as you do. Many of us in medicine are fighting against it. But without the father's consent or documented refusal of paternity..."