Chapter 487

Celine slowly regained consciousness. Her eyelids fluttered open, but the harsh glare of a white surgical light forced her to squint. As a doctor, her instincts kicked in immediately. She knew exactly where she was. She was on an operating table. The cold, hard surface pressed against her back, and she was surrounded by a group of doctors dressed in white coats. One of the doctors twisted off the caps of several small vials and began drawing liquid into a long syringe. "Administer the anesthesia immediately. We're proceeding with the abortion," the doctor instructed. Abortion? Ever since the attack at Robin's apartment, Celine had known these people were after her and the baby inside her. She tried to move, but her body was weak. The blow to the back of her neck had been brutal. She could barely muster any strength. A nurse hesitated. "Doctor, where's the patient's family? Shouldn't a family member be present for an abortion?" The doctor scoffed. "You haven't heard? The patien