I didn’t respond and casually deleted all her contact information.
In the end, Karen didn’t show up. She missed the appointment.
The day before, I had visited my parents and sister to tell them about everything. I saw my mother quietly wiping away tears, so I comforted her a bit.
I said, "It seems like the child and I just don’t have fate. Three months—it’s for the best. At least the child won’t have to suffer with me."
At the hospital, I waited and waited, but Karen never came. I called her several times, but no one answered.
Just as I was about to leave the hospital, I unexpectedly ran into Karen supporting Leon. He was wearing a hospital gown, his arm wrapped in bandages.
They both froze when they saw me. After a long moment, Karen spoke hesitantly, “What a coincidence. What are you doing at the hospital?”
I scoffed, “I had some business here, but it doesn’t matter anymore.”
With that, I turned to leave.
But she grabbed my arm. “What’s with your attitude? I’m pregnant with your child! Is this how you treat me?”
I looked at her coldly. “Are you even worthy of being a mother? I’m not keeping this child.”
“What are you talking about? Stop saying things out of anger!”