The Doormat Wife’s Ultimate Glow-Up novel Chapter 299

Reese signed in under the doctor’s name Matthew gave her. The reproductive clinic was quiet that morning, so the wait was short. Before long, their number was called.

Inside the exam room, Dr. Bruce took the file from Reese and pushed up his gold-rimmed glasses, giving her a friendly smile. He flipped through her chart, asked a few routine questions about how she’d been feeling lately, then started filling out the paperwork for some tests.

When they left the office, Sebastian glanced back at the doctor, then at Reese, who hadn’t shown a single emotion the whole time.

“Reese, do you know that doctor?” he asked.

She didn’t look up from the list of tests. “First time meeting him.”

“Then why wouldn’t you go to the hospital I picked?” Sebastian frowned. This was a military hospital, not a specialized fertility clinic, and he didn’t trust it was as good.

Reese stopped walking and turned to face him, her expression dripping with sarcasm. “What, you don’t think this place is professional enough?

“Sebastian, last time we did IVF, we went to the specialist clinic you arranged. The doctors there were top-notch, right? And what happened?” She paused, her voice cold. “Their professionalism was for you—not me.

“As far as I’m concerned, any doctor or hospital that isn’t arranged by you is professional enough for me.”

Sebastian was stunned. He watched her turn and walk away, then hurried after her. “Reese, I messed up before. I wasn’t thinking straight, and I never should’ve done what I did.”

“Just trust me this one last time. I promise, it won’t be like before.”

“Nope,” Reese said flatly. In her mind, Sebastian’s trust account was already overdrawn.

She walked into the lab, handed over her paperwork, and sat by the window, rolling up her sleeve for bloodwork.

But the truth was, he only cared about the baby—a baby that wasn’t even hers.

Now, everything was flipped. Sebastian was the one desperately trying to win her back, trying to act like he cared. But she didn’t want him anymore. She didn’t want a child, either. This was just her way to make everyone believe she was pregnant, so Leslie would make a move and she could finally claim the Meyer family shares her mother left behind.

Sebastian’s feelings didn’t matter. Not to her.

“All done,” the nurse said, pulling out the needle and handing Reese a cotton ball. “Keep pressure on it for five minutes. Don’t rub.”

Sebastian immediately reached out to help, but Reese ignored him, bending her arm and holding the cotton ball herself.

“You’re up next,” she said, glancing at the forms. “Let’s get this over with. We still have more tests to do.”