The Lawyer’s Romance in Law

Chapter 2 I Find Them Dirty

Also, these properties, vehicles, and bank cards are compensations from Mr. Winters. He said you may do whatever you want with them.” Without skimming them, Amanda readily signed her name on the last page. “Please tell Elias I won’t accept these things. They’re too dirty to my liking.” Stunned, the lawyer nodded. After seeing the lawyer out the door, she packed her bags and took one last look at the villa she had lived in for a year. Her traces were everywhere, and she was a little reluctant to leave. Perhaps, she would never return here ever again. While she stood in the living room, she recalled the scene of Elias and his lover and felt her stomach churn. Elias Winters, our relationship ends here. Goodbye forever. … Amanda arrived at the hospital as scheduled and prepared for her abortion procedure. “Amanda Bailey, it’s your turn. Come inside.” Hearing that, she was startled and jumped to her feet. She touched her flat abdomen and felt guilty because she was about to end a tiny life. While lying on the cold operation table, she heard the surgeon coldly instruct her, “Get on the table, take off your pants, and spread your legs…” She stiffly followed the doctor’s orders. Unsure whether she was hallucinating, Amanda suddenly felt her abdomen move. But I’m only seven weeks in, so how can there be fetal movement? Nah. I’m hallucinating. When she shut her eyes, the scenes of her past with Elias uncontrollably appeared, filling her heart with hatred. Suddenly, she heard a cute voice calling her, “Mommy!” Her eyes widened frantically, and she looked at the blinding surgical lights as a thought emerged. Then, she shot up from the table and ran out of the operating theater… … Four years later, at Imperia Airport. “Are you out? There’s not much time left. We still have to meet with our client to discuss the details. This time, it’s a huge client, so we’re gonna make a lot.” “Okay. I understand. Come and get me.” Amanda donned a pair of black sunglasses that concealed most of her face, and she was pushing a suitcase with a yawning child on top. The child was her son, Aiden Bailey. He was three years old and resembled a certain sc*mbag the older he grew. “Mommy, I’m tired…” “Aiden, I have to meet a client later, so I can’t send you home and have to bring you with me. Be good, and I’ll get you something delicious after,” she cajoled the child like she was coaxing a baby. However, the child rolled his eyes at her. “Come on, Mommy. I’m already three. I can understand if you speak properly. What’s more, I have always been good.” Speechless, Amanda sometimes felt that not only did her son look like that