"I know."
Yolanda Hamilton understood the situation perfectly, but she was choosing to play the fool.
No one could talk her out of it.
She was stubborn to the bone.
You couldn't save someone who didn't want to be saved.
Claire decided to drop it.
She simply advised Yolanda to schedule the surgery as soon as possible if she decided to go through with it.
If she didn't want to, that was fine too.
Some women actually preferred not having a monthly cycle.
"Thank you, Claire," Yolanda said with genuine gratitude.
Claire waved her off. "Head home, Yolanda."
She was exhausted, truly drained.
Who would have thought that an incompetent man would use a playboy facade to hide his shortcomings?
According to Yolanda, Reggie Darwin was nothing but a paper tiger.
He only managed to hook up with Tiffany because of the medication Yolanda had given him.
Wait, she forgot to ask Yolanda if she gave him the medication directly.
If she did, Reggie would have known about his physical condition all along.
Did he run away from the wedding for Yolanda's sake?
Pfft.
Claire was startled by her own ridiculous thought.
No way, that definitely wasn't it!
How could she even picture a dramatic, star-crossed romance between those two?
Judging by the sleazy way Reggie had hit on her the other day, he was just a scumbag.
He wasn't good enough for Yolanda.
Yolanda was truly blinded by her gratitude.
She naively assumed the Reggie from their childhood was the same man he was today.
But the reality was, people changed when they grew up.
Yolanda sneezed a few times in a row, though thankfully, she wasn't coming down with a cold.
She didn't even bother verifying the prescription Claire gave her; she just took it straight to a pharmacy.
The pharmacist saw it was a standard holistic health blend, found nothing unusual, and had the technician fill it.
Yolanda took the herbs home and asked the housekeeper to brew them.
Mrs. Hamilton walked through the front door and was immediately hit by the strong scent of the brew.
"Yolanda, what's wrong? Who is this for?"
"It's nothing serious. I'm just a little worn out from all the back-to-back
I got some holistic
medicine to help my body recover."
Mrs. Hamilton looked at her daughter with deep concern. "Yolanda, honey, your
health comes first. Why don't you retire early?"
"You haven't been eating or sleeping right for years because of this athletic career," she continued.
"What woman your age still hasn't gotten her period?"
"I bet boxing has seriously damaged your health."
"I told your father a long time ago that you should retire early, but you just wouldn't listen."
"We need to go see a specialist and figure out exactly why you're not getting your cycle."
Mrs. Hamilton had no idea about her daughter's rare anatomical
condition. She genuinely believe nee
the absent perjods were a result of overly intense training
She and Yolanda's father had argued about it countless times.
"Mom, I already saw a doctor."
Since they were on the topic, Yolanda decided it was finally time to come clean.
"You did? What did they say?" Mrs. Hamilton instantly stopped nagging.
She quickly pulled her daughter into the bedroom.
"Did the doctor say what's causing it? Will it come back if you stop competing?"
"Are these herbs supposed to fix it?"
In the past, Mrs. Hamilton had taken her daughter to several doctors, but they never got a definitive diagnosis.
Because Yolanda was so young back then, the doctors had simply told them to wait it out.
Since she had been an athlete since childhood, it wasn't uncommon for late development.
They had mostly sought out holistic
practitioners for this issue,
really thinking to consult a t
They never suspected it was a structural problem.
Yolanda let out a heavy sigh. "Actually, you must have had your suspicions back then, right?"
"I remember there was one time after a doctor's appointment, you came home and cried in secret."
That was the only time they had seen a clinical specialist.
It was a gynecologist.
Yolanda had been too young to understand what was going on, but Mrs. Hamilton definitely understood.
Sure enough, a brief flash of discomfort crossed Mrs. Hamilton's face.