Andrew stood by the window, his hand tightly gripping the window frame. It seemed that he was trying
hard to restrain his anger. But he would nce at Queenie asionally with eyes filled with
compassion and pain.
This 20-year-old young man truly cared for Queenie.
At exactly 5:00 pm, the nurses changed their shifts. The attending nurse came over specifically to
inform us that Queenie needed to eat something nutritious since she just had a miscarriage and had
lost a lot of blood.
I had no idea what would be considered nutritious for her, nor did I understand how to take care of
someone who had just miscarried. So, I thought about calling my mom for advice.
But Andrew stopped me. He insisted that I stayed with Queenie while he left to prepare some food at
home. He said that his family had a dietician who would know what was best for Queenie.
I wanted to refuse, but there was nobody around who understood the situation. Even if I knew what
would be the best food for Queenie, I wasn''t sure I could prepare it properly. Ordering food outside
wouldn''t be the same as a home-cooked meal.
I decided not to refuse him for the sake of Queenie''s health. I could always repay him in the future.
After Andrew left, the ward became so quiet that I could hear my own breathing.
The soft evening sunlight shone on Queenie''s face, making her appear even paler and more fragile.
She had her eyes closed, but two drops of tears flowed down her temples and disappeared into her
hair.
She had been controlling her emotions with Andrew around earlier. Now that he had gone back, she
was letting herself cry freely.
"I took the medicine myself."
She spoke slowly after a while. She choked out the words, as if they wereing from the depths of
hell. They were filled with destion.
It seemed that she waspletely disheartened.
How much pain and despair was she in to make the decision to abort her own baby?
My heart ached like it was being torn apart. This silly girl traded five years of her life for a body full of
pain, and now, she had to give up the right to be a mother.
The heavens were truly unfair, always bullying the honest one.
"Queenie, you''re really foolish. The baby was five months old. The doctor said it was a girl. What a pity.
You could''ve just given birth to her and I''d help you raise her. It''s not like we can''t afford to do it. Why
would you choose to abort the baby?
"What a pity. And it was so dangerous too. You scared me to death. What if something bad had
happened? How would I be able to face your parents?"
Queenie cried uncontrobly.
"Luna, that was my first child. How could I not be upset? To be honest, I was still hoping for a miracle.
But he''s getting engaged to someone else tomorrow. He''ll truly be another woman''s husband and
another baby''s father soon."
"But that has nothing to do with us. Even without him, you and the baby would still be fine. Julia and I
would help you."
I chastised Flynn indignantly, wishing I could beat him to death.
"But it won''t be fair for the child not to have a father. She''d be bullied, ridiculed, and called names by
other children. Moreover, I can''t let my baby be an illegitimate child. I can''t let her carry that
stigma since birth. It''s unfair to her.
"Luna, this is how my life will be, and I don''t want to care about it anymore. But the baby is innocent. As
she grows up, she''ll feel inferior being despised and rejected all her life. I can''t be so selfish. I''m not
good enough, but I can''t let my child be like me.
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"Rather than letting her suffer for a lifetime after being born, I''d rather she note into this world at
all."