Erasing My Child Meant Erasing Him in My Life Too

I was rushed into surgery for acute appendicitis.

But when I woke up in the hospital, I realized the child I was carrying was gone.

Standing nearby, Cedric Winslow’s childhood friend laughed openly. “I helped you get rid of that little bastard in your belly, sis. No need to thank me.”

I called the police on the spot and filed a report all the way up to the provincial level.

The next moment, Cedric rushed over from his company and pulled Melina Fairchild into his arms.

“That’s enough. She was just joking with you. The kid’s gone. So, be it.