
{"id":27699,"date":"2026-02-05T13:52:18","date_gmt":"2026-02-05T13:52:18","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/kezpres.xyz\/novelreading\/the-impossible-condition-novel-chapter-335\/"},"modified":"2026-02-05T13:52:18","modified_gmt":"2026-02-05T13:52:18","slug":"the-impossible-condition-novel-chapter-335","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/kezpres.xyz\/novelreading\/the-impossible-condition-novel-chapter-335\/","title":{"rendered":"The Impossible Condition Novel Chapter 335"},"content":{"rendered":"<h1>Silent Dreams Never Die \u2014 Author: John Miller   335<\/h1>\n<p>apter 335 The Anguish of a Hidden Truth\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>64\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>Finished\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>Scarlett caught the implication in Vincent\u2019s words. Her voice was weak but sharp. \u201cVincent, if you want to have a meltdown, take it outside. I don\u2019t have the energy for this.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>As soon as the words left her mouth, exhaustion washed over her. A cold sweat broke out across her skin, and a sharp, pulling pain seized her lower abdomen.\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>Instinctively, she pressed a hand below her navel. The pain there\u2013different from any period cramp she\u2019d known\u2013told her this wasn\u2019t normal. The soreness between her legs confirmed a deeper procedure had taken place.\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>Even as the realization settled in her mind, she refused to voice it.\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>Vincent lifted his icy gaze. The chill in his eyes seemed to seep into her. \u201cI\u2019ll give you time to think, Scarlett,\u201d he said, his voice low and controlled. \u201cAnswer me when you\u2019re ready.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>Scarlett couldn\u2019t take the circling anymore. Using the last of her strength, she demanded, \u201cJust\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>what you mean!\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>say\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>Vincent\u2019s eyes narrowed. \u201cOh? So you remember now?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>Scarlett leaned heavily against the raised bed, her body listing to one side. Her face was sheet- white, her eyes rimmed with furious red.\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>She had no strength left; every slight movement brought a fresh wave of clammy sweat.\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>Vincent\u2019s imposing presence filled the room, yet he still wouldn\u2019t spell it out.\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>After several rounds of this, Scarlett had pieced together what he was hinting at\u2014and what must have happened to her.\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>Seeing his continued refusal to speak plainly, she finally snapped. \u201cVincent, with all your questions\u2013aren\u2019t you just trying to say I terminated the pregnancy? That I had an abortion?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>The moment the admission left her lips, Vincent\u2019s eyes darkened completely. He pulled a stack of papers from behind him and flung them onto the bed beside her.\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>\u201cHow could you, Scarlett? That was my child. How could you just\u2026 get rid of it?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>Scarlett\u2019s gaze fixed on the documents. They were her medical records\u2013details of the procedure.\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>Facing his accusation, she offered a bleak, brittle smile. \u201cWhy couldn\u2019t I? It was my choice, Vincent. My body. Whether to continue or end a pregnancy is my decision.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>1\/3\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>20:11 Wed, Jan 14\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>Chapter 335 The Anguish of a Hidden Truth\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>:\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>64\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>Finished\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>Vincent stared at her, a humorless laugh escaping him. \u201cAnd what about me? Didn\u2019t I even have the right to know?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>A tightness gripped Scarlett\u2019s chest. \u201cWhat\u2019s the point of all this now? Can you change anything?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>Even propped against the bedrail, she felt unmoored, as if she might slip away at any moment.\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>She was drenched in a cold sweat, her body trembling as if trapped in ice.\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>Seeing her defiant, guiltless expression, Vincent\u2019s anger surged. \u201cYou ended our child\u2019s life, and you can be this cold about it?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>Scarlett found it almost laughable. \u201cYes, I did. What are you going to do about it?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>Vincent could take no more. He lunged forward, his hand closing around her throat, and dragged her toward him.\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>He pressed his forehead hard against hers, teeth clenched. \u201cYou\u2019re pushing me, Scarlett.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>Being choked, Scarlett could barely breathe, but her bloodshot eyes locked on his. \u201cYou pour all your care into Sabrina. My life meant nothing to you. Why should I have risked it for this child?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>Vincent\u2019s grip tightened. His own eyes reddened. \u201cYou were pregnant and you just\u2026 erased it. Do you know what that is?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>Somewhere, Scarlett found a burst of strength. She struck his arm twice. \u201cI\u2019ve never regretted it. Not for a second.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>From the moment she made the decision, she had felt no regret.\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>If anything, she was relieved\u2013relieved the pregnancy was early, relieved she had realized the truth in time.\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>As soon as she finished speaking, Vincent shoved her back violently.\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>She crumpled against the bedrail, her forehead striking the metal bar with a dull thud.\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>Vincent looked down at her coldly. \u201cYou\u2019re out of your mind.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>With that, he stood up. He didn\u2019t glance at her postoperative condition, didn\u2019t acknowledge the thin trail of blood now seeping from her hairline.\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>He said nothing more, turning silently and walking out.\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>Scarlett lay twisted against the bed, her forehead pressed to the cool rail. She lacked the\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>20:11 Wed, Jan 14\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>Chapter 335 The Anguish of a Hidden Truth\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>strength to right herself. Turning her head slightly, she watched Vincent\u2019s blurred figure disappear through the doorway.\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>She didn\u2019t know how long she stayed like that.\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>64\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>Finished\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>Long enough for her limbs to grow numb. Then the door opened, and a doctor walked in.\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>Seeing her position, the doctor hurried over, carefully helping her lie back properly and pulling the blanket up to her chin.\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>\u201cAre you alright?\u201d the doctor asked, concern in his voice.\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>Scarlett gave a faint, dazed shake of her head, saying nothing.\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>Still uneasy, the doctor spoke gently. \u201cYou had an incomplete procedure which led to significant hemorrhaging. It\u2019s a good thing you were brought in when you were. We performed a D&amp;C to stop the bleeding. You\u2019re stable now.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>L\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>1.1K\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>3\/3\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>Editorial Board: Our editorial team works behind the scenes to refine each chapter, maintain consistency, and deliver the best reading experience.<\/p>\n<h3>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Silent Dreams Never Die \u2014 Author: John Miller 335 apter 335 The Anguish of a Hidden Truth\u00a0 64\u00a0 Finished\u00a0 Scarlett [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"site-sidebar-layout":"default","site-content-layout":"","ast-site-content-layout":"default","site-content-style":"default","site-sidebar-style":"default","ast-global-header-display":"","ast-banner-title-visibility":"","ast-main-header-display":"","ast-hfb-above-header-display":"","ast-hfb-below-header-display":"","ast-hfb-mobile-header-display":"","site-post-title":"","ast-breadcrumbs-content":"","ast-featured-img":"","footer-sml-layout":"","ast-disable-related-posts":"","theme-transparent-header-meta":"","adv-header-id-meta":"","stick-header-meta":"","header-above-stick-meta":"","header-main-stick-meta":"","header-below-stick-meta":"","astra-migrate-meta-layouts":"default","ast-page-background-enabled":"default","ast-page-background-meta":{"desktop":{"background-color":"var(--ast-global-color-5)","background-image":"","background-repeat":"repeat","background-position":"center center","background-size":"auto","background-attachment":"scroll","background-type":"","background-media":"","overlay-type":"","overlay-color":"","overlay-opacity":"","overlay-gradient":""},"tablet":{"background-color":"","background-image":"","background-repeat":"repeat","background-position":"center center","background-size":"auto","background-attachment":"scroll","background-type":"","background-media":"","overlay-type":"","overlay-color":"","overlay-opacity":"","overlay-gradient":""},"mobile":{"background-color":"","background-image":"","background-repeat":"repeat","background-position":"center center","background-size":"auto","background-attachment":"scroll","background-type":"","background-media":"","overlay-type":"","overlay-color":"","overlay-opacity":"","overlay-gradient":""}},"ast-content-background-meta":{"desktop":{"background-color":"var(--ast-global-color-4)","background-image":"","background-repeat":"repeat","background-position":"center center","background-size":"auto","background-attachment":"scroll","background-type":"","background-media":"","overlay-type":"","overlay-color":"","overlay-opacity":"","overlay-gradient":""},"tablet":{"background-color":"var(--ast-global-color-4)","background-image":"","background-repeat":"repeat","background-position":"center center","background-size":"auto","background-attachment":"scroll","background-type":"","background-media":"","overlay-type":"","overlay-color":"","overlay-opacity":"","overlay-gradient":""},"mobile":{"background-color":"var(--ast-global-color-4)","background-image":"","background-repeat":"repeat","background-position":"center center","background-size":"auto","background-attachment":"scroll","background-type":"","background-media":"","overlay-type":"","overlay-color":"","overlay-opacity":"","overlay-gradient":""}},"footnotes":""},"categories":[81],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-27699","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-the-impossible-condition-novel"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/kezpres.xyz\/novelreading\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/27699","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/kezpres.xyz\/novelreading\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/kezpres.xyz\/novelreading\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/kezpres.xyz\/novelreading\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/kezpres.xyz\/novelreading\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=27699"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/kezpres.xyz\/novelreading\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/27699\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/kezpres.xyz\/novelreading\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=27699"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/kezpres.xyz\/novelreading\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=27699"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/kezpres.xyz\/novelreading\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=27699"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}