So how could he possibly hesitate because of what I gave him?
Fortunately, the fate gave me a chance to start over.
I didn't leave as soon as I put away Carol's death certificate.
Instead, I gave up the baby in my belly.
Kevin was worried about my condition, so he stayed by my side the whole time.
The more he cared for me, the worse I felt.
I feel worthless for myself.
Even Ian's friends knew I was vulnerable right now and needed company.
However, my husband, whom I had loved for five years, only felt that I was standing in the way of his pursuit of true love.
As a free carer who helped him look after his mother for a year, all I got was Ian's complaints and endless hatred.
Kevin witnessed me scheduling the surgery and finishing it.
He didn't stop me, and he couldn't speak for his best friend any longer.
As I came out of the operating room, he meticulously advised me of the precautions to be taken.
I took those words to heart and nodded weakly.
"Carol's funeral will be in three days. Ian isn't here, and you're Carol's attending doctor, so you should take a look at her for him."
Carol treated me nicely, and I didn't want her to leave alone.
Ian's fault wasn't caused by her.