Stop Panicking! Miss Jacobs will Not Look Back!

Chapter 353: Chapter 353: Hugging Elias Langley in Front of Sebastian

Due to the signs of miscarriage, Juliana Jacobs was immediately transferred by Mrs. Sinclair to the clinical research center’s ward.

There were researchers here, but not relatively professional doctors, so Mrs. Sinclair hurriedly called the dean she knew.

Sebastian Sinclair looked at his daughter lying on the hospital bed with her eyes tightly closed and asked coldly, "How did this happen?"

Raine Kane softly said from the side, "It’s because Mr. Langley returned."

Sebastian Sinclair furrowed his brow, "When did this happen? Why didn’t we know? And where is he now?"

"He returned secretly with the help of the embassy across The Zenthian Sea, and when he came back... he forgot all of us, even forgetting he had been married, and he brought a woman back, a woman named Iris Paxton."

Upon hearing this, Sebastian Sinclair’s expression instantly darkened.

An hour later, with the treatment from a specialist doctor, Juliana Jacobs’s condition stabilized.

The doctor was trustworthy, discreet, and would not disclose the patient’s condition to the outside.

After administering an intravenous drip to Juliana Jacobs, he spoke with the family members outside the ward.

"Your daughter is over five weeks pregnant with twins, but the progesterone levels are not ideal, which is related to her body condition."

Pointing at the data and images on the tablet, the doctor’s tone was very serious.

"Currently, the situation is very tricky. Her body has suffered many physical and mental traumas resulting in severe cold invading her organs and causing immense damage to her vitality. Although she has since been carefully nursed, the damage to her foundation is too severe; her cardiovascular and endocrine systems are in a fragile compensatory state for a long time. Normally, in her condition, she shouldn’t be able to get pregnant, but it’s a ’miracle’ and a forced overdrawn fusion that two embryos could implant and develop up to now, defying her body’s condition."

As the doctor continued, his expression turned increasingly grave.

"Pregnancy, for her, is a burden far beyond that of ordinary people, rapidly depleting her already scant life source."

Mrs. Sinclair took a deep, painful breath, "The Langley men, due to that strange gene, have such thin bloodlines it’s nearly cursed, and only by finding genetically highly compatible women can they naturally reproduce. The probability is very low; if not for artificial intervention, the Langley Family would have ended long ago, but somehow, in recent years, it’s been a perfect match every time—it’s truly a curse."

Sebastian Sinclair frowned deeply and asked, "I want to save my daughter, can we perform an abortion?"

The doctor shook his head, "In her case, an abortion would mean another serious hit to her body, potentially causing multi-system failure and bringing consequences more dangerous and rapid than continuing the pregnancy."

Sebastian Sinclair’s voice was deep and hoarse, "So, whether to keep or abort, it’s a dead end for her?"

The doctor looked gravely at Mrs. Sinclair.

"You are an authority in the field of genetic therapy domestically; there are some things... that I, as an obstetrician, am not really in a position to suggest. In Miss Jacobs’s situation, traditional medical means have reached an impasse, but perhaps by entering from your expertise area and combining cutting-edge cell repair or gene regulation technology... you could win her a chance not seen on the usual medical path."

Mrs. Sinclair was too preoccupied with grief to think of her deeply rooted professional field.

Awakened by the doctor’s words, her scattered gaze suddenly focused.

"Yes, immediately establish a special medical team, personally led by me, to mobilize the top gene editing and cell repair resources of Nivoria. All priorities elevated to the highest level. We have eight months, if I, Vivian Norwood, can’t even protect my daughter after all these years of dedication in the field, everything I’ve done would be a joke!"

Sebastian Sinclair listened to the sound of the equipment working in the ward, unable to calm down and wait for his daughter to wake up.

So he said to Mrs. Sinclair, "You take care of her here, I’ll go see Elias Langley."

It wasn’t hard to find out where Elias Langley was staying, and Raine Kane quickly found his room number.

At the door of the presidential suite, Sebastian Sinclair rang the bell.

However, it was Iris Paxton who opened the door.

"May I ask who you are looking for?" Iris Paxton asked.

Sebastian Sinclair’s gaze stayed on her face for a moment.

"You resemble your mother somewhat, but not much like your father."

Iris Paxton was slightly taken aback, not having reacted yet when Elias Langley had already come to the door.

Upon seeing Sebastian Sinclair, a trace of unfamiliarity flickered in Elias Langley’s eyes, and he asked politely and distantly, "Who are you?"

Sebastian Sinclair didn’t answer directly, his eyes sweeping between the two, asking coldly, "Are you living together?"

Iris Paxton’s cheeks instantly flushed, and she lowered her head to take a half-step back behind the door.

Elias Langley sidestepped to make way, "Please come in."

The three of them entered the living room.

Elias Langley spoke calmly, "We are just living together, not cohabiting. Crossing boundaries when there’s no absolute assurance to provide a future for a woman is irresponsible."

Yet in the face of his righteous words, Sebastian Sinclair let out a cold laugh.

"You’re responsible to her, so where do you place... my daughter’s memorial tablet?"

Elias Langley was full of question marks: "Your daughter’s memorial tablet?"

Sebastian Sinclair stared at him intently: "My voice, can you remember who I am?"

Elias Langley frowned, as if vague fragments were flitting through his mind, but they were blocked by a heavy wall.

The familiar dull pain struck again, he pressed his temple, but in the end, he still shook his head.

In Sebastian Sinclair’s eyes was a restrained anger.

"Back then, your father succeeded with in vitro procedures, but the Langley family only treated you as a backup, leaving you in Kingsford without a word of concern. Today, not to mention the Sinclair and Norwood families’ nurturing grace towards you, you say you are responsible, fine, I agree to your normal marriage, but what does it mean that you bring this mistress home now?"

When speaking the last sentence, Sebastian Sinclair pointed to Iris Paxton next to him, as if he were pointing at a dog.

"You were missing for a month, and Juliana Jacobs, that child, I have seen; she’s been unable to eat or sleep. Now you come back, and this is how you treat her, is all your responsibility invested in this dog?"

Elias Langley was displeased with Sebastian Sinclair’s offensive words towards Iris Paxton.

"Listen, I don’t remember you, and I don’t remember any memorial tablet of your daughter. Until I remember, anyone, any relationship, has no sense of reality for me. I can only be responsible for the people and things I can see in front of me now."

"In front of you?"

Sebastian Sinclair laughed angrily.

"So in front of you, there is only this ’coincidentally’ appearing when you had an accident on the high seas, ’coincidentally’ saving you, ’coincidentally’ being considerate and understanding at every turn, ultimately making it logical for Dylan Paxton to take you in, this vixen?"

"No, Granduncle doesn’t like me either, and I’m not familiar with the Paxton Family."

Iris Paxton, her face pale, hugged Elias Langley in front of Sebastian Sinclair, explaining while in his arms.