?Chapter 1753:


    Nearly two hours passed before Dolores finally saw Lowell. She handed him a tube of ointment and, with a serious expression, said, “Lowell, I ran into someone at the hospital today, someone I least wanted to see.”


    Lowell nced at the ointment and then at her face. “I heard from my assistant that someone struck you. Why haven’t you used the ointment since it’s here?”


    Dolores dramatically pointed to her face. “Do you know who hit me? She even threatened to kill me! How dare she?”


    Lowell raised an eyebrow. “Who did you run into?”


    “It was Tracy! That maniptive bitch!” Dolores mmed her hand on the table, her fury rising. “She fell off a cliff and didn’t die. She’s got nine lives!”


    Lowell’s expression shifted instantly, his concern evident. He nced at the ointment in his hand, now looking stunned. “Where did you see her? At the hospital?”


    Dolores, puzzled by his sudden reaction, nodded. “Yes, I ran into her there. Do you think she might have some lingering injuries? A broken arm, maybe? Or needing regr check-ups?”


    As she spected, Lowell’s expression changed dramatically. Without another word, he grabbed his coat and rushed out of the office.


    Dolores stared after him, her confusion deepening. “What’s gotten into him? Has he lost his mind?”


    Lowell drove to the hospital in a panic, heading straight for the gynecologist’s offices, where he found Tracy sitting on a bench, absorbed in her phone.


    Sensing someone’s gaze, Tracy looked up and saw Lowell standing before her. Surprised, she stood up and asked, “How did you know I was here?”


    He ignored her question entirely. Instead, he seized her shoulders, his voiceced with anger. “Why are you at the hospital? Are you nning to get rid of the baby without telling me? I’m warning you—this child in your womb is mine too. You can’t abort it without my consent!”


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    Tracy rolled her eyes and retorted sharply, “I’m not feeling well, so I came to the hospital for a check-up. And you think I’m here to get rid of my baby?” As she spoke, she pushed Lowell aside with force, her voice dripping with anger. “If I truly wanted to get rid of the baby, what makes you think you have a say in it? Who do you think you are?”


    Lowell felt a wave of relief wash over him, realizing she wasn’t nning to terminate the pregnancy. But before he could fully rx, her words hit him again like a p.


    “This child isn’t just yours, it’s mine too!” he shouted, his voice growing louder.


    Then, unable to suppress his concern, his tone softened slightly as he asked, “Then again, what’s wrong with you? Let me arrange for a doctor.”


    Tracy found his behavior utterly unhinged. Just moments ago, he had been interrogating her, and now he was acting concerned and gentle. She responded coldly, “I don’t need your arrangements.”


    Lowell pressed further, “Where’s Elyse? Isn’t she your best friend? Why didn’t shee with you to the hospital?”


    Tracy shot back, clearly irritated, “I’m just pregnant, not seriously ill. I cane to the hospital by myself.”


    Lowell caught on quickly. “So, you didn’t tell her you weren’t feeling well?”


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