Rebirth Into My Second Chance novel Chapter 18

Arriving at the hospital, I spotted the doctor who had performed my prenatal checks. She looked sternly at Claude and asked, "And you are... how exactly do you relate to the patient?"

Claude remained silent.

The doctor glanced at my file, noticing the absence of a husband's name, yet someone was there, demanding to see Claire's medical records by name.

Out of privacy concerns, she closed the file and said, "I'm sorry, but we generally don't disclose patient information to non-relatives."

I couldn't help but smirk, thinking the doctor was subtly forcing him to admit he was my husband.

Although it gave me a fleeting sense of satisfaction, it was too late for any admission to change the fate of me and my child.

"Claire is my sister," he finally said.

Even at this moment, he clung to the claim that I was just his sister, though we were legally married and exchanged wedding bands.

Even though the ring he gave me was too tight, I shoved it on and told Richard, stoked, "I'm married now. I'm gonna be super happy."

Back then, I believed marriage would eventually make him accept me. How wrong I was. That marriage was the beginning of my nightmare.

"The last name on your ID doesn't match Ms. Floyd's, sir. Can't we be honest here? If you don't start telling the truth, I'll have to call the police," the doctor pressed.

I admired the doctor's courage. She was standing up for my privacy against Claude.

Given the negative press storm surrounding Claude and me, I assumed the doctor was aware. She was deliberately taking my side. It touched my spirit literally.

Claude put on his sunglasses, gave a cold look at the medical record with my neat handwriting spelling out "Claire Floyd," and then left.

So stubborn. Claude would never admit our marital status in front of others.

Watching him walk away, the doctor sighed deeply, touched my name on the file, and said, "Having a child with someone like that... It's just not worth it," before locking my file away in a cabinet.

Suddenly, my spirit stopped following Claude. I lingered in the hospital, aimlessly drifting.