Chapter 4

I tightened my grip on the report.

Apparently, I had been pregnant for three weeks.

The reality constructed from those few words was like a huge boulder weighing on my chest. I couldn't catch my breath.

Honestly, I used to long for a child.

When I caught sight of other families with children, I would always try to imagine what our child would look like.

I wondered if the child would look more like Keith or me.

Sadly, Keith only got busier at work, so we had been continuously delaying preparations for conception.

Ironically, right after I handed Keith the divorce agreement, I was found pregnant.

What bad timing.

Just then, the door to the ward suddenly opened, and Keith walked in.

He was holding the envelope I had asked Sonia to pass to him earlier, and he had a foul look on his face.

The next second, he flung the envelope at me. Frowning, he said, "I've signed the document. Buying a house is a private matter, so don't bring anything like that to the hospital ever again. What is Sonia going to think if she sees this?"

I suppressed the urge to laugh.

As it turned out, he thought this was paperwork for our new home.

So, he didn't even look at the contents before signing it.

That worked in my favor. I wouldn't have to get into a messy argument with him.

I quietly stuffed the divorce agreement into my bag.

It felt like a weight was lifted off my shoulders.

Noticing that I hadn't said anything, Keith softened a little. "Rest up, then. I still have work to do, so I'll be off now."

Gazing at his calm expression, I couldn't help but ask, "Keith, aren't you curious why I'd be lying on a hospital bed?"

Keith was taken aback for a moment. Then, he said indifferently, "It's just low blood sugar, isn't it? It's not the first time this happens, anyway. Just go home when you've recovered. You're taking up medical resources, you know."

I stared at him, stunned. I felt like someone was squeezing my heart, inflicting a dull, suffocating ache.

It was true that I had low blood sugar.

He used to keep some candies in his pocket. Sometimes, it would be chocolate, and other times, it would be fruit candies.

Whenever I wasn't feeling well, he would just stuff one in my mouth.

I wasn't sure when it started, but it had been a long time since he had any candies in his pocket.

Last week, when I was doing the laundry, I found a hair tie in the pocket of his white coat instead. It was light blue with a bunny accessory on it.

I had seen Sonia wear it before.

At that thought, I felt extremely weary. I was so exhausted that I didn't even have the energy to question him about it.

Looking at Keith, I parted my lips.

I was wondering how I should tell him about the child when someone opened the door to the ward.

"Dr. Reed." A young doctor strode in, looking panicked. "The patient in bed number 32 isn't looking too good. The family members are very agitated, and they're threatening to hit Ms. Peterson. Please check in on them."

Keith's expression shifted. Without any hesitation, he turned around and left.

He didn't even spare me a single glance.

Sonia Peterson had occupied both his heart and his gaze.

I watched as he hurried away in anxiety.

The last slivers of attachment in my heart completely disappeared.

A long while later, I lowered my head and gently touched my belly. It was quite flat, and I couldn't feel anything at all, but I knew there was a child inside, the child I used to eagerly look forward to.

Sadly, it was too late.

I closed my eyes and made up my mind. Then, I pressed the button to call the nurse over.

Tightening my grip on the examination report, I slowly said, "I'd like to get an abortion."

The nurse froze. "What?"

I looked out the window. The afternoon sun should be warm, but all I felt was coldness. "Now. Immediately. The sooner, the better."