Chapter 113


    Marguerite suddenly lost her bnce, stumbling back a few steps and copsing onto a bench in the


    hallway. She was momentarily stunned.


    “Am… am I pregnant?”


    Her fingers went ice–cold, her body stiff.


    How could she be pregnant?


    Her mind involuntarily shed back to that wild night a month ago at the Regal Haven Hotel…


    She didn’t even know who the guy was, how could she have his kid?


    No, she can’t!


    She couldn’t ept a child whose father she didn’t even know.


    Marguerite lifted her head, tears welling up in her eyes. “I want an abortion, right now.”


    Steven sighed gently, handing Marguerite another medical report.


    “Marguerite, you have severe pelvic inmmatory disease. You can’t have surgery under these


    circumstances.”


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    Steven’s words sent a chill down Marguerite’s spine. A sudden sense of impending doom pulled her in.


    She bit her lip, tears streaming uncontrobly down her face. She asked, “What would happen if I


    insisted on having an abortion?”


    “You might end up infertile or even worse, it could be life–threatening.” Steven replied.


    The news hit Marguerite like a ton of bricks.


    Her heart sinking, she leaned listlessly against the cold bench.


    Steven probably had no idea what Marguerite was going through, but she had no intention of


    exining.


    Her life was aplete mess, how could she possibly exin?


    “Miss, why are you crying? Want some candy?” A gentle child’s voice suddenly entered Marguerite’s


    ears.


    Marguerite lifted her head to see a little girl, barely up to Steven’s knee, standing between them.


    The little girl held out an enormous piece of candy to Marguerite, which was even bigger than her


    adorable face.


    Marguerite was too upset to ept it.


    The little girl then turned to Steven, tugging at his clothes. “Mister, what’s wrong with her? Why is she


    crying? You shouldfort her.”


    Steven reached out to pat her head. “She’s not feeling well, she’ll be okay soon. What are you doing


    here alone? Where are your mom and dad?”


    The little girl’s eyes grew wide, she shook her head. “Mister, I don’t have a dad. My mom’s in the


    bathroom and asked me to wait here.”


    “You don’t have a dad?” Marguerite was starting to catch on.


    The little girl nodded, showing no signs of sadness on her face. “I’ve never had a dad. My mom and


    dad broke up when she was pregnant. My mom takes care of me all by herself, I’ve never seen my


    dad.”


    Marguerite’s tears started to flow again. She felt a strange connection with the little girl.


    Seeing her, Marguerite could almost envision her own future, being alone with her child.


    She would be so helpless, so pitiful.


    “Your mom must be amazing, and it must not have been easy for her.”


    Upon hearing this, the little girl vigorously shook her head and started chattering away.


    – “It’s not that hard really. My mom said she didn’t want me at first, but I was already too big to be


    aborted, so she gave birth to me. My mom loves me very much. She said I’m


    her only family. Because of me, she’s able to keep going through a lot of things.”


    The little girl was so young, but her words inexplicably gave Marguerite a sense of strength. Marguerite


    unconsciously rubbed her belly, a warm feeling spreading through her heart.