Tyrone paused, throwing Kylan a skeptical look.

"If you remain doubtful, we could invite the doctor here for confirmation," Kylan suggested gently.

Tyrone, rubbing the bridge of his nose, replied, "Fine, summon the doctor then."

"Alright. I'll contact her immediately."

Detecting Tyrone's lingering disbelief, Kylan exhaled deeply and exited the room.

In the ward, only Tyrone remained.

Reflecting on Kylan's revelations, he remained steadfast that the doctor made a mistake.

The absurd claim of Sabrina having a baby in the past was beyond belief.

The possibility of a previous miscarriage seemed more plausible, considering the thin lining of her uterus could be a result of miscarriages.

Shortly after, Kylan returned, accompanied by the female gynecologist who had performed Sabrina's abortion.

"Mr. Blakely, how may I assist you?" While internally scornful of the faithless man, the doctor maintained a veneer of courtesy towards Tyrone.

Tyrone's gaze shifted to Kylan

Kylan swiftly acknowledged and withdrew Sabrina's medical history, presenting it to the doctor.

The doctor examined it, clearly perplexed. "Is there an issue? Is there anything erroneous within this record? Is Sabrina experiencing discomfort?"

Tyrone's brow furrowed slightly as he took the record and read, “A past experience of childbirth?"

The doctor was baffled by Tyrone's insinuation. "Yes. Women who've had children typically present such signs. She's recuperating well. One wouldn't suspect she birthed a child. Your child must be about three or four years old now, correct?"

Kylan exhaled deeply, casting a fleeting glance at Tyrone.

Tyrone's countenance grew darker.

His gaze deepened, and he inquired in a solemn tone, “Are you certain there's no misdiagnosis?"

"Misdiagnosis?" The doctor was taken aback.