The Decision to Escape

Eulalia stood silently, tears streaming down her face uncontrollably. "Why are you treating me like this?"

"I don't want to, but I have to do this to keep you," he said.

Eulalia knew he was determined to terminate the pregnancy. Her emotions fluctuated rapidly, her complexion growing worse.

"What if I stay by your side obediently?" she asked hoarsely. "Can we keep the baby?"

Percival shook his head, silently mouthing "No."

This child was hers, a life within her, her solace. Eulalia couldn't understand why Percival would rather adopt from an orphanage than have her bear their child. Did he despise her that much?

Eulalia's gaze drifted to the corridor outside and the windows of the hospital room. Percival immediately understood her thoughts from her actions.

"We're on the twelfth floor; you can't escape. I'll have someone watch you until you go through with the abortion," he declared.

Such heartless words from a man who once claimed to love her more than his own life—how ridiculous.

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