When my father was dying, my boyfriend proposed to me right in front of his bed.
He knelt down on one knee and agreed to marry me.
He swore to be good to me all his life, that the child he had would take his mother's surname and that he would take care of my mother in her old age and see her to the end of her life.
My father was so moved that he shed tears and changed his will.
The company was inherited by my husband and me and my mother only got some real estate.
But my mother had no complaints. Due to her health problems, she was no longer able to run the company and she just wanted my husband and I to be well.
Her biggest wish was that we could have a child as soon as possible so that she could meet her grandchild before her death.
But that day... I disappointed her.
“Kneel down right there,” my mother yelled, crying.
I knelt in front of her.
My mother held my face in her hands and asked with tears in her eyes, “What is the reason? If you have your own reasons, tell me bluntly.
“But if he has something against you, do not be afraid. I will defend you. Even if I risk my life, I will still make the decision for you.”
I whispered, “Mom, I just love him. I'd do anything for him.”
My mother was stunned for a moment, then raised her hand and slapped me hard.
At this time, my husband ran in, pulled me away and said to my mother, “Mom, do not do this. What if she gets hurt? Althea has to donate bone marrow later.”
My mother was so angry that she almost fainted.
She pointed at my husband, her hands shaking, “You and Deanna are having an affair, do you think no one knows about it?
“I did not expect you just because Althea is pregnant with your child. But, how could you be so heartless?”
My husband's face darkened and he said coldly, “Mom, Deanna and I are only friends. If you spread this rumor, it's not me who is embarrassed, but your daughter.”
My mother looked at me with grief and anger, but I lowered my head, remaining indifferent.
A hint of pride appeared on my husband's face.
It was me who pursued him in the beginning. I was a rich girl and licked the most handsome man, which made him gain a lot of face in the circle.
After we got married, I listened to him in everything and never opposed his decisions.
My husband knew it a long time ago and he already had me completely under his control.
Even if I had to abort my child and donate my bone marrow to his mistress, I would not object.
My mother held my hand and almost begged me, “Althea, divorce him and give birth to the child.
“This child's surname is Pollard after all. So, he is the bloodline of our family.”
I shook my head, “Mom, I'm an adult now, let me make my own decision, okay?
“If you push me again, I will have no choice but to sever the mother-daughter relationship with you.”
My mother stood there stiffly, her face pale, as if she had aged ten years in an instant.
At this time, my mother-in-law arrived.
She wheeled my mother’s chair into the open air, her voice cutting through the quiet like a jagged knife.
“Abort the baby now and try for another later," she said with cold detachment.
"Don’t let the doctor scare you with their nonsense. It’s just an abortion—what’s stopping you from having another child afterward?
“I also had three, no, four abortions before I finally had a boy."
Her words hung heavy in the air, indifferent to the life and grief they disregarded.
“Mrs. Lane, why are you interfering in the affairs of a young couple?”
My mother was angry and anxious and asked my mother-in-law to stop.
But my mother-in-law did not listen at all.
My mother was so anxious that she forced herself down from the wheelchair with her crutches.
But she lost her balance and fell to the ground.
The bag she brought fell off, revealing a few baby clothes and a pair of tiger-head shoes.
She prepared these things for a long time.
Even the pair of tiger-head shoes were embroidered by herself stitch by stitch.
My mother said that when children wore tiger-head shoes embroidered by their elders, they could walk steadily, run fast and grow up healthily.
