I thought to myself, "Forget it, I can't bear to do this. What did the child do wrong?"
"Doctor, I..."
Before I could finish, a strong hand pushed me back onto the bed.
The doctor's eyes, the only part visible of his face, seemed oddly familiar.
He picked up a gleaming surgical knife.
When I saw the name tag on his chest that read "Dr. Denton," I froze.
A devilish whisper echoed in my ear. "Ms. Jensen, I'm beginning to suspect you're trying to murder my child."
"The surgery is on hold. I'll need your cooperation for further investigation."
The on-call room was deathly quiet. I didn't even dare to breathe loudly.
Locke sat calmly across from me, his hands folded on the table.
He looked like he was really about to interrogate me.
"Speak. When did you find out you were pregnant?"
I answered honestly, "Two days ago."
His icy tone softened a bit, but then he got angry again. "Why did you decide to have the surgery without consulting me?"
My voice grew smaller as I guiltily replied, "The class president said you were getting married. I didn't want my child to be an illegitimate one without a father."
I knew this was my fault.
I sighed. "I'm sorry, it's all my fault."