Chapter 3

I was thrown out.

The operating room door slammed shut heavily, and my heart sank to the bottom.

What the hell was going on?

I looked at the ultrasound report in my hand over and over, but couldn't see anything unusual.

Suddenly a hand grabbed me.

It was Emily.

"What are you doing?" I stumbled to steady myself as she dragged me outside.

She didn't say anything.

I was dragged all the way out of the hospital entrance, and only under a streetlight did she let go.

I took two steps back, panting.

"Are you fucking crazy?"

Emily stood opposite me, her eyes red-rimmed. She stared at me, taking a long time before forcing out a sentence.

"You can't abort it."

I was stunned.

"This child came out of nowhere."

"I don't even know how it got inside me. You think I should give birth to it?"

Emily took my hand, her eyes full of worry.

"Your body isn't good to begin with. If you abort this child, what if you can't get pregnant in the future?"

I looked into her eyes and shrugged.

"Being alone is pretty good. Besides, I'll have you to keep me company when I'm old."

Emily immediately broke into a smile through her tears.

"But don't be impulsive. Wait until things are clear before aborting. It's not too late."

I observed her reaction calmly. She really was concerned about me.

My heart warmed.

"You go home first," I said. "I want to be alone for a while."

"But you..." she said hesitantly.

"I won't do it again. It's too late today. I'll go home and think about it first."

Emily looked at me, her eyes still red.

"Then I'll take you home."

"No need. I want to clear my head alone."

She hesitated for a few seconds, then let go of my hand.

"Then message me when you get home."

I nodded in agreement.

She turned and walked toward the other side of the street. After a few steps, she looked back at me.

I stood in place without moving, waving at her.

She finally disappeared around the corner.

I waited five minutes.

Then I turned around, hailed a taxi, and went straight to the nearest private clinic—24-hour abortion services.

The abortion fee at the small clinic wasn't cheap. I gritted my teeth and paid.

The receptionist led me into a small examination room.

A middle-aged male doctor sat inside. Seeing that I was dressed lightly, he thoughtfully handed me a jacket.

"Are you an adult, young lady? Do your parents know?"

I was a bit nervous.

"I'm an adult. They don't know."

The male doctor was stunned for a moment, then showed a kind smile.

"Okay, don't be afraid. My place may be small but it's very legitimate. Don't worry."

He had a very approachable appearance, and most of my nervousness dissipated.

He poured me a glass of water and handed it to me.

"Don't feel ashamed. Pregnancy is normal, abortion is normal too. It doesn't mean anything."

I looked at him gratefully.

"Thank you, doctor!"

The male doctor smiled.

"No need to thank me. Let me see your ultrasound report."

Thinking of what happened earlier, I hesitated a bit.

But the surgery had to be done.

Steeling myself, I handed him the report.

The male doctor glanced at the report. His smiling gaze instantly became terrifyingly sinister, as if he wanted to rush over and devour me.

"I can't do this surgery! Go die!"

He splashed the half-finished water in my face, roaring in a sinister voice.

"Get out! You filthy bitch, get out now!"