Chapter 837
After all, would a sober woman, who had learned how to fight, not be able to push a drunk man off
of her? No; of course she''d be able to do so. She could even knock the drunk man out before
throwing him over her shoulder. Charles knew of Daphne''s capabilities-that was why he immediately
realized what she was trying to do after learning that she had allowed him to bring her to bed. That
was why he hated her so much.
Daphne had been his secretary for years. She was a trusted secretary and friend, yet she tried to
manipte him this time. How could he not feel angry and hateful? So, he didn''t exactly make a
mistake when he decided not to take any responsibility for her. Sonia let out a sigh. "Regardless of
who was right or wrong, the child is still innocent. Are you sure you want to abort the child?"
"Yeah." Daphne nodded. "I''ve made a decision. This child popped out of nowhere, and the father is
not going to like the child. President Lane is not going to wee the child if I give birth to it, and
this would make my baby an illegitimate child. How am I supposed to answer my child when my
child asks me who his or her father is? I thought about it. Since I can''t give my child a happy family,
and since my child won''t have a father, I''d rather not have the childe into this world at all. I can''t
allow my selfishness to harm the child," she uttered.
Sonia wasn''t too surprised after hearing Daphne''s words. That was exactly what went through
Sonia''s mind when she was pregnant. Back then, she didn''t know that she was pregnant with Toby''s
child-she thought the child belonged to a stranger. So, she decided not to give birth to the child as
she didn’t want things to be unfair for the child.
"Since you''ve made up your mind, I don''t think I should make any morements. But I''d like to
know if Charles knows about this baby. If he does, then you should tell him about it before aborting
the child. If he doesn''t know about it, then you can just pretend I never said anything."
Daphne shook her head. "He doesn''t know about my pregnancy. I didn''t tell anyone about this, and I
don''t n to tell President Lane about it either. If he knew that I got pregnant, he would only hate
me even more. He might even think that I didn''t take the morning after pill just because I wanted to
be pregnant with his child."
"Well...” Sonia pressed her lips together as she didn''t know what to say. It was a possibility, after all.
Judging by the negative feelings Charles presently had toward Daphne, he would probably make
the worst assumptions about all of her
actions. So, if he found out about her pregnancy, he might think she had gotten pregnant
intentionally, just so that he would have to marry her.
"But I bet President Charles would get me to abort the child even if he found out that I was
pregnant. As I said, President Lane hates me, so how could he ept the child? So, the best way
to deal with this child now is to abort it. That way, all of the fate and connection between President
Lane and me woulde to a proper end," Daphne said with her ss of milk in her hand. The milk
was hot, yet its temperature didn''t seem to warm her cold hands or her icy heart at all. Her heart-like
the rest of her body-felt as cold as ice.
"I guess that''s good," Sonia said with a nod. Sonia finally understood that Charles and Daphne''s
rtionship would never work out. After she heard about what happened between them that night,
she knew that she would no longer be able to matchmake the both of them. Charles now saw
Daphne as a maniptive woman. So, he would never fall for a woman like Daphne, nor would he
be with a woman like her. If that were the case, their child would live a sad life if he or she had been
born.
Even if they kept the child, Charles wouldn''t stay with Daphne just for the sake of the child. Charles
might even fight for custody over the child, and Daphne would struggle to win against him. If that
happened. Daphne would only be more disappointed. What would all of it be for? Perhaps an
abortion was the best choice.
''TH go with you for the procedure." Sonia patted the back of Daphne''s hand. Daphne felt a warm,
fuzzy feeling in her heart. "Thank you, President Reed." Daphne nodded.
"It''s nothing." Sonia shook her head. "I was part of the reason you and Charles ended up in this
situation. I was the one who told you to follow him. If I hadn''t done so, perhaps you and Charles''
rtionship would still be fine. You might have had a better chance of being with him."
Daphne lowered her gaze as she smiled. "Even though you told me to follow him, I was the one
who had control over how things turned out. I am the one who chose to do what I did, so I am the
one at fault here. You shouldn’t me yourself, President Reed."
"It seems like you''re the oneforting me now." Sonia shook her head as sheughed. After that,
both of them stayed in the milk tea shop for a while more before they paid the bill and left.
Daphne returned to her house while Sonia went back to the office. However, before they parted
ways, Daphne specifically reminded Sonia to help keep her pregnancy a secret. "You can never tell
Charles about this," Daphne uttered. Daphne only left after Sonia promised to keep her secret.
However, Sonia knew that it would be unfair to keep this a secret from Charles. He was the father of
the child, after all—he had the right to know about this. But she knew that she would cause a whole
scene if she were to tell Charles about it. A person like Charles would certainly look for Daphne
once he found out about this matter. That was why Sonia had promised Daphne without any
hesitation.
Right when Sonia was zoning out at her desk, someone pushed her office door open. Toby walked
in with a delicate-looking wooden lunchbox. When he saw the woman sitting around and zoning out
with a soulless look in her eyes, he raised an eyebrow before walking in quietly. Sonia only noticed
movement in the room when Toby ced the lunchbox on her desk. Then, her eyes lit up for a
moment as she returned to her senses. She turned her focus toward the lunchbox.
At first, she was shocked by how a random lunchbox appeared on her table. Then, she shifted her
gaze up and saw the person standing in front of her desk. She widened her eyes when she saw a
man eyeing her with his eyebrows raised. "W-What are you doing here?" She wore a dumbfounded
look on her face.
Sonia hurriedly got up and walked over to the man, "Shouldn''t you be at work now? What are you
doing here?"
Toby let go of the lunchbox handle and gave her a smile. "I brought the management teams from
internationalpanies to take a look at the factory in Seafield, and I happened to pass by your
area after leaving the ce. Since it''s lunchtime, I figured that I would drop by to eat with you. After
lunch, I''ll have to go to the airport to send them off.?
The management team consisted of CEOs that handled Toby''s international branches. They were
dedicated to working with Toby, and they only traveled back to the country a few times each year, so
Toby had to send them off to show that he was a boss who cared for them. That way, they would be
more focused on their work, and they would take better care of the subsidiarypanies overseas.
When Sonia heard that he was going to be busy after lunch, she let out an inaudible sigh. "I''m tired
just hearing about it. It sounds like hard work."
"It''s nothing much. There''ll be harder thingsing up. I think I''ll be even busier from next month
onward-the end of the year is when things get the busiest. Fuller Group will have to take a physical
inventory count, so I''ll probably have to stay in thepany for the entire duration." Toby slipped
his hand into hers before lifting the lunchbox with his other hand. He led her over to the couch.
"Are you really going to stay at the office?" Sonia turned her head to look at him.
"Yeah." Toby nodded. "It''s always the same at the end of the year. I''m just letting you know now that
I may not have the time to be with you during the end of the year," he said. Then, he paused for a
moment before gazing at her apologetically.
Sonia smiled. "Why are you like this? You''re just too busy to spend time with me. Why do you look
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