“I am now in the rising stage of my career. You women will have children in the future, so you don't have to work so hard,” he continued his insult, then adding some beautiful words as always, “Intracranial Neurology Departments often perform high-intensity surgeries, so I feel sorry for you.
“Have you ever thought that you will be a wife and a mother in the future?”
Before I answered, he added, “Don't you like flowers? Please be obedient. I don't want you to work so hard. Just open a flower shop, I will support it.”
“We’ll get the marriage certificate in a few days. Don't you want a child? Why don't we have one tonight?”
As he said everything he had in his mind, I looked at him with a hint of coldness in my eyes.
He actually planned to use the child as leverage, to force me into giving up my career. That child was not the fruit of our love, but a chain he forged to bind me in place, for the sake of another woman.
What a touching love story.
“No need, you and Bethany can have the child,” I said. Then, I just remembered something, so I added, “Ah, haven't you noticed these days that she's pregnant?
“The baby in her belly needs you as a father even more.”
A twist flashed across Pierre's eyes. Damn it, he actually ignored it these days.
However, even though he and Bethany had slept together before, they had always taken precautions.
I smiled sarcastically. Bethany was in such a hurry to gild herself, of course, for fame, so that she could be with her rich lover.
Bethany and Pierre hired some internet trolls to hype up the popularity of my video that day.
However, someone noticed something was wrong.
“This child's eyes are bulging. Is his intraocular pressure a bit high?”
“If it’s influenza, won't it cause the meridians to bulge?”
“He's been on IV drip for several days. It's unreasonable to use such strong antibiotics on a child.”
Loyd's illness gradually attracted everyone's attention.
Especially after he fainted again, it quickly attracted the attention of the society.
But Bethany did not panic. She knew that with a few seniors around, she was sure she could cure it.
She guessed I specially asked someone to brush these. After all, there were no patients in my office these days. So, she thought, it was a fatal blow to me who had a successful college life.
She sent a little money to the netizen group and soon the comments were drowned out again.
The haters cursed me in the comment section and many even sent me dead rats and burned down my house in my hometown.
Fortunately, I had arranged for my parents in advance and brought them to the school apartment.
My eyes darkened. According to calculations, it would still be in time for Loyd to undergo surgery.
If a few more days pass, even the best doctor would not be able to save him.
I was scrolling through my phone out of boredom, when someone sat down in front of me.
“Dr. Estella, please help me."
There was a well-behaved girl sitting in the woman's arms, but when I saw her, I could not help but jump up.
This girl's illness was actually, no, it was exactly the same as Loyd’s.
