After arriving at the hospital with Dominic Hartnell's mother, she accompanied me to the doctor's office. However, she couldn't stay with me the whole time because she had to see another patient. She told me to go ahead and get checked while she would come over later. I didn't ask many questions and went into the doctor's office by myself, and Dominic Hartnell's mother left. After the examination, the babies were all healthy with no problems. The doctor said I was taking good care of them. However, the doctor still reminded me of some things to pay attention to. Considering that I only had three months left until the due date, and I was carrying twins, I needed to be more careful and cautious as time went on. The doctor also advised me to take short walks in the morning and evening, and to control the amount of food I ate. As long as I ensured sufficient nutrition intake, it was best not to overindulge. Otherwise, the babies would grow too big, which could lead to complications during childbirth. Furthermore, the doctor mentioned that after eight months, multiple pregnancies had a certain probability of premature birth. The doctor asked me to be more vigilant and come to the hospital promptly if there was any discomfort or abnormalities. Listening to all of this, I started to feel a bit nervous and even broke out in a sweat. After all, even if the babies were healthy, premature babies were definitely not as good as full-term babies. Perhaps I looked too anxious because the doctor immediately changed to a more relaxed tone and comforted me. The doctor said as long as both the babies and I were well taken care of, even if they were born prematurely, there was no need to worry. At most, the premature babies would be smaller, but they could catch up with growth later. After hearing her words, I slightly relaxed. I thought there shouldn't be any problems. Dominic Hartnell has been taking care of us so well, so the babies must be healthy. After thanking the doctor, I left. Standing in the corridor, I looked around but didn't see Dominic Hartnell's mother anywhere. I didn't know who she went to see. She hadn't come over even after I finished the examination. After thinking for a moment, I sat down on a bench. I decided to wait here. His mother said she would come find me, so I didn't want us to miss each other. Ah, if only I had taken the initiative to exchange phone numbers or something. Now I can't contact her. But now, it's useless to say anything. Just wait.Feeling bored, I absentmindedly took out my phone and started playing a matching game. Unbeknownst to me, twenty minutes had passed. After completing another level, I glanced at the time on my phone. It had been over an hour already. Why hasn't she come back yet? I started to worry. Could something have happened? But then I thought, maybe I'm overthinking it. What could possibly go wrong? Maybe it's because his mom has a good relationship with the patient she's looking after, so she wants to spend more time with them. Yeah, that must be it. I smiled, thinking that I was probably right. After successfully convincing myself, I resumed playing the game on my phone. Halfway through, I suddenly felt the need to use the restroom.I put away my phone and stood up, slowly making my way towards the restroom. But when I reached the entrance, I realized that the restroom on this floor was blocked. I had to go to a restroom on another floor. I had no choice but to turn around and head towards the elevator. Luckily, as soon as I got there, the elevator doors opened. I quickly stepped inside. Glancing at the lit-up numbers, I didn't bother pressing any other buttons. Just two floors up would do. I wasn't in a hurry anyway. Ding! The elevator arrived. The hospital's layout was the same on every floor, so I didn't need to ask for directions. I found the restroom directly. After taking care of my business, I felt relieved. As I turned around to head back towards the elevator, I passed by a partially closed door to a doctor's office.At first, I just glanced out of habit, but unexpectedly, through the crack in the door, I saw Dominic Hartnell's mother. I immediately stopped in my tracks. What a coincidence, running into her while going to the restroom. Is she here to inquire about someone's condition? I walked closer to the door, raising my hand to knock, when I heard the doctor's words. "Mrs. Han, undergoing surgery is a risky venture." "I suggest conservative treatment and observation for now. We can assess the situation later and come up with a treatment plan." My hand froze. I had a bad feeling. Is Dominic Hartnell's mother sick? From the doctor's words, it seemed quite serious, with a high risk involved in the surgery. I decided not to knock on the door anymore. I cautiously leaned closer to the crack, listening intently. I could hear Dominic Hartnell's mother's voice, trembling slightly, as she asked, "What are the chances of a successful surgery?" There was a moment of silence before I heard the doctor's heavy response, "At most, 5 percent. Once the surgery fails..." As I listened to the doctor's unfinished words, my heart tightened involuntarily. The success rate of the surgery was unexpectedly low. If it failed, would that mean I would lose my life? What kind of illness did she have? Cancer? Did Dominic Hartnell know? Suddenly, numerous questions flooded my mind, and I became increasingly worried. The palms of my hands, resting on the door frame, were already sweaty. "Hey, who are you and what are you doing?" Suddenly, a strange reprimand exploded in my ear, startling me. My hand slipped and with a loud bang, I pushed open the slightly ajar door. Now, everyone's gaze was focused on me. Only then did I notice that the person who asked me was a nurse, but I couldn't care less about her at the moment. "Liliana Zanetti? What are you doing here? Didn't I tell you to wait for me?" Dominic Hartnell's tone was not good, and his expression on his face didn't look pleased either. But I didn't pay attention to it. I just stammered in response, "I... I went upstairs to use the restroom, and on my way back, I accidentally..." As I said this, I changed the subject and anxiously asked, "Mom, are you sick? Is it serious? Why didn't you tell us? Does Donglai know?" Once the words came out, I couldn't stop myself and kept asking several questions. His mother fell silent when she saw me like this.After a while, she finally spoke, "Come in and sit next to me." I followed her words and walked in. Then, the doctor dismissed the nurse who was there before and closed the door again. There were only three of us in the room. I couldn't have cared less about whether Dominic Hartnell's mother would be angry or not. I couldn't resist looking directly at the doctor and asking, "Doctor, what illness does my mother have?" The doctor didn't respond to my question right away. Instead, he glanced at Dominic Hartnell's mother. It was evident that if she didn't give her consent, he wouldn't disclose the information to me.