Chapter 15


    Chapter 15 Abortion


    Chapter 15 Abortion


    I lied on the surgery bed, legs wide opened while the ice-cold steel tools and machines worked their


    ways in my body, I could feel myself hearing a baby’s cry.


    The doctor said, a 3 month old baby already has human form.


    When she told me it was done, a single tear rolled down my cheeks.


    “You are not any different from just giving birth, remember to take warm bathes instead of cold. Rest for


    a month, if not you develop a weak body.” The doctor informed.


    “Thanks, doc.” I said.


    Trested at home for a few days. Lance’s assistant called me and said that he was back and needed me


    to go back to work. I need to at least rest for 7 day, but yet I had to go back work just after a few days. ”


    And the person who forced me to go back to work is my aborted child’s biological father, how ironic.


    But I didn’t know, could I still stand his bully after this?


    Before I went out, I put on some makeup to cover up my pale face.


    When I reached the office, Lance’s female assistant Wendy pulled my wrist and said in a panic:


    “Jennie, why are so slow? Boss and the rest of the designers are all waiting for you in the meeting


    room! Boss is kind of mad right now.”


    I followed Wendy. When she opened the door, Lance red at me.


    He said to Wendy: “Inform the finance department to deduct Jennie Gomez’s sry for this month


    All of the designers looked at me with pity in their faces. As designers, we survive on project and


    monthly sries, without it, we can’t survive.


    I stared at Lance and said coldly: “I was sick, I applied leave from your assistant.”


    After that, I sat down at a ce furthest away from Lance and didn’t look at him anymore.


    “Not happy? Do you think this is yourpany? Do you think you cane and note whenever


    you want and even make all of us wait for you?” Lance was obviously not happy with my attitude and


    smashed the pen in his hands on the table. The pen bounced back and knocked on my forehead.


    Ouch.


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    I massaged my forehead and looked up at him without emotions. I picked up the pen and handed it to


    him: “I won’t bete again, I apologize.”


    I didn’t want everyone in the meeting room to see me as a joke and resorted to apologize to get this


    over with.


    Lance acknowledged my surrender and didn’t bully me any further.


    The meeting started and Lance reported that the Mason’spany was currently slowly transferring to


    different type of business, therefore he was prioritized this project very much.


    Lawrence was the main designer for this project while I assisted him. This really wasn’t my area of


    profession yet Lance forced me into it. My instincts told me this must be Lance’s n to punish me. He


    would wait until I do something wrong and throw me into jail. This was how evil he was to me.


    The meeting ended after around 45 minutes and everyone left the room. Since Lance’s and I were


    working in the same office, we walked together but I walked behind him, keeping a huge distant


    between us. I guessed there were a lot of people confused about my rtionship with Lance. Why


    would a small designer like me work in the same office as the boss?


    Reaching Lance’s office, I continued straight into my ce. Lance suddenly stopped me.


    I turned around. “Yes, boss?”


    Lance nodded and said in a low voice: “Come to side of the office.”


    I followed him in and I saw Wendy sitting on the table outside, smiling at me. The smile was a little


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    odd……


    Lance sat at the corner of his desk. Without his permission, I dared not sit too. So I stood in front of


    him.


    Lance’s eyes travelled up and down my body, making me really ufortable.


    “My assistant said you were very sick? How serious was it?” Lance asked, while taking out an


    expensive looking cigar from his drawer.


    I nodded and answered his question. “Yes, I was really sick so I rested for a few days.”


    Lance put the cigar in his lips and gestured me toe over. I went over to him. He pointed at the


    lighter on the desk andmanded:”Light it up for me.”


    I picked up the lighter and bent down a little, lighting his cigar for him.


    He sucked in a big breath and released the smoke all over on my face. I immediately


    Chapter 15 Abortion coughed my life out.


    I am born with mild chronic bronchitis, this smoke made me really ufortable and sick.