This time, Jasmine Yale slept soundly too, and only woke up when the doctor came to check her body.
"Miss Yale, it's late, the doctor is here. Be good, let the doctor do a check-up," Butler Santana woke her up.
"Mm..." Jasmine Yale moved her arm.
She cooperated with the doctor.
After about half an hour, the doctor smiled at her and made an "OK" gesture: "The baby is fine for now, take good care."
"Thank you, doctor," Jasmine Yale also smiled.
"We'll observe for another night, if the uterus and fetal heartbeat are stable, you'll be fine tomorrow. We'll give you another injection tonight."
"Okay." Jasmine Yale nodded obediently.
Butler Santana saw the doctor out, and they chatted for a while longer.
Jasmine Yale picked up her phone.
A huge number of unread text messages occupied her inbox.
She frowned and opened them—
"Jasmine Yale, what on earth are you doing? Where have you gone?"
"Jasmine Yale, I've been waiting for you in the office all afternoon!"
