"Miss Sandoval, this child isn't just yours. Even if he refuses to accept the baby because of his illness, he should at least come and sign the papers with you and be there for the surgery. That way, if any misunderstandings arise, they can be cleared up face to face..."
I gently placed my hand on my stomach, silently accepting his words.
After all, with polycystic ovary syndrome, getting pregnant had been a challenge in itself.
But Sebastian didn’t care. He had even fought with his parents to marry me. Now, if he wanted to abandon this child, the least he could do was come and see it through.
But as soon as the doctor finished speaking, he let out a mocking laugh.
"How much did Brianna pay you to put on this show? I already told you I don’t even know her, let alone marry her!"
"Tell her to stop using these tricks to force me. Whether the child is mine or not is still up for debate!"
His cold, heartless laughter echoed in the quiet operating room, a stark contrast to the rhythmic beeping that filled the silence.
I signed the papers for myself and closed my eyes, the weight of everything pressing down on me.