But I only smiled faintly, not nervous at all, as though I had expected this.
The moment I appeared, someone in the crowd shouted loudly:
“Look, over there! That woman is back!”
Chaos erupted instantly.
Reporters raised their microphones, closing in step by step with sharp questions.
“Ms. Dawson, your husband was just diagnosed with a terminal illness, and you immediately went to the hospital to terminate your pregnancy. Isn’t that far too cold-hearted?”
“As a woman, how could you be so cruel?”
At those words, Ryan froze in the middle of fending off reporters.
He turned toward me, staring at my belly in disbelief.
Then he demanded, “Emily! Did you really get rid of our baby?”
Lily looked at me with disapproval.
“Sis, how could you go to the hospital and end the pregnancy without your husband’s consent?”
“Sis, say something! The baby isn’t gone, right?”
I shot her a cold glance, pulled a pillow from under my clothes, and threw it in her face. Crossing my arms, I said indifferently:
“My child is mine to keep or not. Why shouldn’t I do as I please?”
“Lily, why are you so anxious? The baby in my womb wasn’t even yours to begin with.”