Chapter 679

Jamison understood what his older brother was getting at and quickly explained, “She wasn’t pregnant at the time. It must’ve happened after the surgery.”

It takes about a week for a fertilized egg to form. But the night they tried for a baby was only three or four days before the accident.

Thad was momentarily at a loss for words. For once, he didn’t know what to say.

Jamison, worried about Ivy in the exam room, didn’t wait for his brother’s response. “Ivy’s getting checked right now. I have to go. We’ll talk later,” he said, ending the call.

He hurried back to the exam room.

The ultrasound doctor glanced over when Jamison returned, her expression complicated. “Professor Ludwig, your wife’s pregnancy is… unusual.”

Jamison’s heart tightened. He looked at the screen. “What do you mean?”

“I think your wife has what’s called a cornual pregnancy. Strictly speaking, it’s not quite an ectopic pregnancy, but it’s just as risky. I’ve already called Dr. Beckett–she’s on her way. She’ll explain everything to you.” The situation was rare, and the sonographer didn’t dare make a final call. She’d brought in the department head to confirm.

Within seconds, Dr. Beckett knocked and entered, another OB–GYN following behind.

The three doctors gathered, eyes fixed on the monitor, quietly discussing the images.

Ivy had been clinging to a shred of hope, but seeing the doctors’ serious faces, she knew that hope was gone. A heavy sadness settled in her chest.

Jamison understood without words. He stood quietly by her bedside, holding her hand tightly.

“Professor Ludwig,” Dr. Beckett began, “your wife is experiencing a cornual pregnancy. That means the embryo implanted near the top corner of the uterus, close to the opening of the fallopian tube, rather than in the main cavity. It’s extremely rare–I’ve only seen it three times in over twenty years. There can be many causes: inflammation, structural abnormalities of the uterus or tubes, and more. The blood supply in that area is rich, so if it ruptures, it can be life-threatening.”

She explained everything in a steady, experienced tone.

Jamison and Ivy listened closely. They suspected it might be connected to Ivy’s previous uterine condition.

“Your wife recently had major surgery, was given a lot of medication, and underwent several scans. Frankly, this pregnancy wasn’t recommended from the start. Now, with the risk of a cornual pregnancy, I strongly advise you to have surgery today. The procedure is quick and minimally invasive.”

Dr. Beckett hadn’t finished speaking when Ivy’s hand trembled in Jamison’s grip. She turned toward him, her eyes searching his.

Jamison understood. He glanced at his wife, then said to Dr. Beckett, “Give us a moment to talk it over. We’ll decide soon.”

Dr. Beckett nodded, understanding this wasn’t easy news–Jamison wasn’t young, and they’d likely been hoping for a child. She quietly left the room.

True to his word, Jamison didn’t pressure Ivy. Instead, he took her back to their hospital room.

His phone rang again–this time, a call from the old family estate.

He didn’t need to answer to know what it was about.

“Hello…” he picked up, his tone tired and a little irritated.

Adela Ludwig didn’t care. She got straight to the point: “Thad told me your wife’s pregnant? She fell from the eighth floor and still managed to get pregnant! That’s fate, Jamison–why can’t you keep the baby?”

The old lady had been dreaming of her youngest son starting a family, and now, with the news so sudden and promising, she was beside herself with excitement.