As I felt I couldn’t listen anymore, my stomach suddenly churned until I thought I’d be sick.
Sabrina's POV
I told my brother to ask the shop owner to pack up the surveillance footage and send it to us as evidence. At the same time, we asked the nanny to drop the baby off at Phyll’s parents’ house.
“Miss, what if they refuse to take him?” the nanny asked.
Of course, they wouldn’t want him.
When I was pregnant, they made big promises, talking as if they couldn’t wait to welcome the baby. But once he was born, they stayed as far away as possible, scared that caring for him would be too much trouble.
“Then just leave him at their doorstep,” I said coldly.
Why should I be the one to raise someone else’s child?
I was done playing the fool.
My brother arranged for me to meet with a lawyer friend to discuss divorce. Since he knew I was in a bad mood, he set the meeting in a private room upstairs in a bar.
Partway through, the lawyer excused himself to the restroom. But when he came back, his expression was off.
“Mr. Bowman, what’s wrong?” my brother asked.