Trash Husband, I'm the Top novel Chapter 108

“I said it’s difficult—not impossible.”

Aurora bit her lip. Ms. Temple had said something similar: with time and careful care, there might still be a chance for her to become a mother.

But deep down, Aurora knew those were just comforting words.

Daniel’s heart twisted with pain. He lowered his voice. “Mr. Austin—let him check again.”

Aurora glanced at the doctor across from her, his beard white as snow, and obediently sat back down.

Deep inside, she still longed for a child.

Just because the physicians in London had given up didn’t mean every hope was lost.

This time, Mr. Austin took his time, his fingers pressed to her wrist, the room thick with anticipation.

At first, Aurora’s heart fluttered with nervous hope. But as the minutes dragged on, she watched her own hope shrivel, leaving only numb despair and a pallor on her cheeks.

The answer, as she’d feared, was still no.

Tears welled up—this time she couldn’t hold them back.

She was finally, utterly defeated.

Daniel felt her pain keenly, but kept it tightly reined in. He spoke softly. “Mr. Austin?”

Mr. Austin considered for a long moment before finally replying, “It’s only a temporary blockage—nothing more. A few rounds of treatment should put things right.”

Aurora’s hands clenched. Her voice trembled. “Truly?”

Was there really hope?

Could she really become a mother, after all?

Daniel’s eyes shone with unshed tears. He wrapped his arms around her shoulders and whispered, “Aurora, it’s true.”

Aurora covered her mouth, and the dam broke. She sobbed, the sound raw and aching.

Daniel held her close, his heart pounding in his chest.

They might still have a child.

He might still win her heart back.

Mr. Austin wrote the prescription, then excused himself to see Mr. Hogan Chambers.

Daniel didn’t follow. Instead, he went himself to fetch the medicine.

Aurora returned to the hospital room and relayed every word of Mr. Austin’s diagnosis to her grandmother.

Mr. Austin stroked his white beard. “You’re getting up there in years. Worry less about the young folks—might do your heart some good.”

Hogan snorted, then, his mind drifting elsewhere, asked, “So, how’s that old woman across the hall, anyway?”

“She’s worked herself half to death. Her health isn’t what it used to be. With proper care, she might have three, four good years left. Without it, maybe a year or two.”

Hogan gave a dismissive laugh. “See? That’s the difference between people.”

Mr. Austin scribbled out a restorative prescription for Hogan Chambers.

“She is, after all, the grandmother of your daughter-in-law. You didn’t think to visit her?”

Hogan scoffed. “She’s hardly worth my time.”

Mr. Austin packed his bag, swallowing the words on the tip of his tongue.

He never told Hogan that the old woman in the room across the hall—so unworthy in Hogan’s eyes—reminded him painfully of someone he’d spent forty years searching for in secret.

It wasn’t that he didn’t want to say it. He simply thought, with Hogan’s temperament, it was better not to stir up old ghosts.

Hogan sat in silence for a moment, then a sly sort of amusement crept across his face.

Maybe… he’d sit back and watch the show.