As early as six years ago, Daniel lost his fertility.
That's also the reason why I haven't mentioned the child for these years.
Besides me, the only person who knows about this is my friend who is a doctor.
I felt sorry for Daniel at that time, and I was afraid of hurting his self-esteem, so I didn't tell him about this.
"What are you going to do?"
I looked at the coffee absentmindedly and said after a while, "Whether he gets divorced or not is his own business, and I won't interfere."
Although I no longer have feelings for Daniel, and even have some resentment, the past feelings were not fake, and I don't want to ruin his expectations for the child.
"Let it be like this, sometimes not knowing is a kind of happiness."
My friend nodded without saying anything.
Just then, a figure suddenly walked over.
"Julia Ann!"
It was Daniel.
Daniel tightly grabbed my wrist and said, "Where have you been these days? You didn't answer my calls or messages. Do you know how worried I was about you?"
A series of questions made me a little confused, and I couldn't help but say, "What's it to you?"
Does he think I'm trying to commit suicide? I thought.