Rebecca's pov
“Why are you asking me for a check-up?” I blurted out, my voice sharper than I intended. I was already frustrated with Nurse Hilda, but her tone pushed me over the edge.
“Well, you said you fell earlier, and it’s risky to be so hazardous, especially with the growing child inside you,” she replied smoothly, her words dripping with a false sense of concern.
I sat upright on the bed, my jaw tightening. “So, you’re saying I’m hazardous to myself?” My incredulity spilled out, my grip tightening on the blanket beside me. Was she even listening to herself?
“Take it how you want, Rebecca,” she said, her tone almost mocking. “The point is, the sponsor insists on the check-up, and Dr. Jenna doesn’t have a say in this. Neither do you.”
I stared at the phone in disbelief. “You told
