Chapter 4

Even though I'd prepared myself mentally, when I saw the baby's photo, I still couldn't bear to let go.

The doctor said the baby was already nine weeks along and looked very healthy with a stable heartbeat.

Seeing me hesitate, Mira tentatively asked if I wanted to reconsider, or at least tell Thompson.

After careful consideration, I still called Thompson.

In less than half an hour, Thompson rushed to the hospital.

He hugged me, surprised and delighted, carefully touching my still-flat belly and apologizing profusely.

He said it was all his fault, that he shouldn't have lost his temper with me, shouldn't have left without saying anything last night.

His words were so sincere that passersby in the hospital kept turning to look at us.

He half-knelt on the ground, joyfully taking the test results from my hand.

But among the pile of documents, he found the abortion surgery schedule the doctor had prepared for me.

Only then did Thompson realize, and with a complicated expression, he asked me:

"You didn't come here for a checkup today? You came for an abortion?"

Seeing Thompson getting emotional, my best friend shielded me behind her.

Thompson sneered, picked up the surgery schedule and threw it on the ground.

"Just because my company lost money, you're planning to abort this baby?"

"Sheila, I wanted to say this yesterday—you don't trust me at all. Deep down, you think I'm incompetent and look down on me, right!"

"Yes, back then you rejected all those blind dates your parents arranged for you—they were all from families that matched yours!"

"Otherwise you wouldn't have cut ties with your parents and insisted on dragging me to buy a house in Seattle."

Thompson went on and on, even starting to hint that my parents and I were both snobs.

Even though my family was well-off and my parents could have easily spared money for us to buy a house in Seattle, because I insisted on choosing Thompson and my parents looked down on him, they didn't give us financial support.

They were even so angry about me wanting to marry Thompson that they cut ties with me.

They were angry that I made the decision on my own, traveling all the way from Miami to Seattle, insisting on marrying Thompson.

They'd left me with harsh words, saying they'd only acknowledge me as their daughter if Thompson and I could buy a house in Seattle on our own.

They'd only meant to make me give up, never expecting me to be so stubborn.

I actually never asked them for another cent, relying on my job to save money to buy a house myself.

And Thompson had always harbored resentment, feeling that my parents looked down on him and never took him seriously.

I smiled bitterly, looking at Thompson in front of me.

I swiped through the photos on my phone one by one, showing them to him.

The purchase contract, loan agreement, photos of him and Blair kissing.

Thompson froze for a moment, then suddenly looked up at me in disbelief.