"Yeah, I guess I overestimated myself.

I don't know you well." Joanne gazed at the man she both loved and hated.

"If I knew you well, I would have left you ages ago.

I wouldn't have had to suffer, and that pitiful child wouldn't have had to die.

I also could have been a mother, but it's impossible now..." "That child should have never been born.

If you gave birth to the baby, it would have been torture for you.

I saved you from that, so why do you hate me this much?" Quinton's gaze was icy, and there was no regret in his tone.

If he did have any regrets, it would be that he didn't get rid of the child in a way where Joanna wouldn't have found out about it.

"Yeah, you're right.

You're never wrong.

Even now, you feel that you're just doing the best for me." Joanne closed her eyes, tears flowing down her cheeks.

talk about it because there was no right

murder, and now, she could never have

a punishment for being such

Quinton was born a heartless man, so it was normal for him to abort a

would never feel guilty about

want

give

like if you did?"

most rational thing I did was abort that thing

time, I would do the same." "Demon! You're an inhumane

his cheek and slapped

it didn't have

man as its father!" Joanne's slap was hard because it was filled with

as he said coldly,

it and

it had, it would hate me for making you give birth to it." "Shut

"Stop talking.

don't want to hear

to lose the last bit of feelings I have." "It's

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