In My Desperate Time

When I meet her gaze, I know it’s over.

Whitney is not stupid. She immediately realizes why I’m here.

She walks to me and aggressively pulls me into a corner. She asks sternly, “You are pregnant?”

She grabs the report of B ultrasound examination in my hand, her eyes blaze with fury.

“Three months. So it was you that got pregnant last time! You said that you just came with that woman for maternity examination. I’m so stupid to be kept in ignorance for so long. You must get rid of the child now!”

Whitney takes out her phone and calls someone, “Are you in the hospital? Go to the operating room to do an abortion. Hurry up.”

I panic and try to wrench my hand free, but I fail.

She is pregnant too, but why is she so strong?

when a woman goes

can’t let her hurt the baby in

the law for you to abort my child.” I say in a deep voice, forcing myself to calm

I

to this child. I know it’s France’s child, so you can’t keep it.” Whitney shouts at me. She’s rather emotional

of her rage and I can’t help recalling that she is mentally

down. I have

say to myself over and over again

a threat to you. Don’t you realize that Frances doesn’t know about my pregnancy? I’m planning to leave him. I’ll never tell him about this child.” I say

seconds. It seems that she agrees with what I said, and she gradually loosens her

grabs my

you plan to tell him after you know its gender. Right? The Louis family will let you keep the child if it’s a boy, and Frances will marry you. Then what can I do? What