Chapter 2

I did not manage to sleep that night. After packing up my luggage, I sat in the living room to book my train ticket.

Suddenly, I heard someone knocking on the door.

Puzzled, I walked over and saw a large bouquet of flowers being shoved into my face. “Samson, I’ll teach you how to make a manipulative witch happy.”

I was severely allergic to pollen.

When I saw the flowers, I instinctively wanted to shut the door, only for Susan to screech and fall backwards.

“Careful!” Samson rushed out of the bedroom and shoved me away before picking Susan up in his arms. He turned to me and started yelling, “Mindy, you’ve crossed the line!”

It was as if he could not see that I was having such a severe allergic reaction that I could not breathe.

When I found my allergy medicine, Samson had already rushed to the hospital with Susan.

Finally, the symptoms of my allergic reaction subsided, but my stomach started hurting.

Worried, I hailed a cab to go to the hospital for a checkup.

As he held the report, the doctor frowned and turned to me. “How could you take Benadryl when you’re pregnant? Don’t you know that pregnant women have to be careful when it comes to this medicine?”

I was stunned and thought that I was hearing things. “…What?”

The doctor pointed at my report. “You’ve been pregnant for a little over a month. Taking Benadryl once may not lead to your baby becoming deformed, but for safety’s sake, you should still get a checkup.”

Instinctively, I touched my belly.

There was a life here.

My phone vibrated. Samson had sent a message. [Mindy, if I hadn’t reacted quickly enough, Susan would have fallen down the stairs. You need to apologize to her.]

I did not reply and only said, “There’s no need for the checkup. Just abort it.”

“Are you sure?” the doctor asked.

I sucked in a deep breath. “Very.”

After the surgery, I shuffled out with a hand against the wall for support, only to run into Samson on one knee in the lobby, massaging Susan’s ankle.

Both of them were talking to each other and laughing. When they saw me, they stopped smiling together.

Susan used her uninjured leg to kick Samson. “I already said that I don’t need her to apologize. Look at her. She’s making herself look so weak.”

Samson frowned. “Mindy, do you always have to pretend to be the victim?”

I tightened my hold over the abortion report. “Do you think I was faking my allergy reaction?”

Then, Samson looked like he had remembered something, and the frown subsided a bit. “Susan didn’t know that you were allergic to pollen. She brought the flowers over out of the kindness of her heart. You don’t have to be so hostile toward her.”

I bypassed him. “It doesn’t matter anymore. We’re done.”

Their friends rushed over at this point.

“Susan, didn’t you go to help Samson calm that manipulative witch down? Why are you in the hospital?”

“Susan really worked hard to remain friends with Samson. She has never suffered so much before.”

“Let’s see how far things have gone this time. Has Miss Manipulator decided to run away from home?”

One of them snatched my phone. “I was right! She bought a ticket back to her hometown!”

“Samson, you’re going to have to start groveling to win her back.”

Susan pushed Samson away and stood up while trembling. “I should go. No matter what, your girlfriend is more important. Sorry, Miss Manipulator, don’t be mad at Samson anymore.

“If worse comes to worst, I won’t attend any gatherings if he’s around anymore. Cancel the ticket. If you don’t, they won’t let you cancel anymore, and you’ll lose money.”

Ginny, the person who had stolen my phone, laughed. “Susan, how could you say that you were a manipulator last time? How could you not know this? She wants Samson to buy a ticket to go to her hometown to coo at her.

“That’s the only way he can show his sincerity.”

She pushed at Samson. “Buy a ticket, Samson. Otherwise, you have to board the train illegally to make your girlfriend happy again!”

Samson glared at me with a red face. “Cancel the ticket, Mindy.”

With a stony expression, I took my phone back. “I told you. We’re done.”

Samson then whispered, “There are plenty of people here right now, and I understand that you want to preserve your dignity. Be good and cancel the ticket. We can talk at night when we’re back.”

I could not be bothered to even continue with the conversation and bypassed him.

From the moment he talked badly about me with Susan behind my back, there was no room for discussion between us.