Abortion

Three weeks had passed. Grasis was fine now. She would take care of him every day; she would hold his hand and make him walk. Sometimes he would shake her hand.

She was in kitchen when he comes there.

“Cooking something good today ... I have a meeting with Jack.” He said while looking at her. He said as he knew she didn't know how to cook. Maybe that's why he said.

“But ...” She wanted to say something but remained silent. She returned without saying anything.

He turned around and saw her. Her body was now quite swollen. Her face was also red. His baby was growing well. He smiled thoughtfully.

But how could he forget the oppression of her? He wanted to remove her thought from himself with small punishments.

She was cut off by a cold tone of him.

Even if he accepted anything, she was sure that he would be a good father only because of his child.

On that day, she made almost eight dishes. She was a tired.

There was a long time for him to come, so she came to Room thinking that. She was