“David, are you insane? That’s your child! How could you tell the doctor to get rid of it?”
Jason grabbed me by the collar, eyes blazing with fury as if he wanted to tear me apart.
“Sarah is already insane. How could she possibly be a fit mother? Instead of letting the child suffer after being born, it’s better to end it now.”
I explained calmly.
“You bastard!”
Jason punched me square in the face.
“You beast!”
Even Robert lost control, but fortunately, the doctor stepped in to stop them.
“This is a hospital. Please control yourselves. Who is the father of the child?”
“I am,” I answered.
“Then please come with me.”
“David, don’t do something you’ll regret for the rest of your life,” my mom pleaded.
“You’re a man—you must take responsibility as a husband and father. And besides, Sarah may not stay insane forever. There’s always a chance she could recover. Think carefully before you make this decision,” my dad said grimly.
Not long after, I returned. Everyone’s eyes were fixed on me.
My mom asked what I had decided.
I told them I had signed the papers authorizing the doctor to terminate Sarah’s pregnancy.
The room fell silent as if struck by lightning.