NovelEnglishKaren furrowed her brow, "Do you even hear yourself?" "I do." Jeffrey walked over and took her hand, "I mean, | wanted us to have a child, but... | don't want you to suffer like this." His words were clearly ridiculous. Yet, when Karen looked into his eyes, she believed he meant every word.
"Jeffrey, you..." She opened her mouth but found herself at a loss for words! It was a bit over the top.
Who decides to have an abortion just because of morning sickness? But truth be told, if she weren't stuck in this situation, she really wouldn't want the child either.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt"Does an abortion hurt?" Jeffrey had never dealt with anything like this before, let alone tried to understand it. His only concern was not to hurt Karen.
"I've never had one. | don't know." "Then I'll ask the doctor! Don't worry, I'll make sure... any harm to you is minimized." Jeffrey tried his best to hide the disappointment in his eyes, but Karen could still see it.
He had been looking forward to this child for a long time.
Now, he was frantically trying to keep her trapped here, all just to keep the child.
If he just wanted to register their marriage as he said, there was no need for her to be involved, let alone all this fuss.
"We'll talk about it later. Let's go have breakfast.” She had been through enough turmoil, and Jeffrey hadn't eaten anything either.
As for the child, she wanted to give it more thought. Her mind was too cluttered right now to think clearly.
For Dorothy, a day's work was still physically draining.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmBy the time she arrived at West Legal Services, her voice was a little hoarse.
"Ephraim, I'm here." "Take a seat!" Ephraim had been waiting for her since early morning and handed her a few sheets of paper as soon as she arrived. "We've got the evidence sorted and have filed a criminal lawsuit with the court. We're just waiting for the case to be investigated before arresting the suspect.” "Will there be many obstacles to getting the case filed?" Dorothy asked tactfully, knowing that the suspects included the powerful and internationally-based mother of Everett.
"Definitely, but at least it's moving forward! Ms. Sanchez, don't worry. We'll get the justice we're due. You have to believe in the law." "Alright." Dorothy carefully put away the indictment.
Ephraim looked at her and suddenly asked, "Ms. Sanchez, even though | know your stance, | still have to ask. Are you really not open to any settlement? You might want to consider it." It was a lawyer's duty to ask. Experience told them that settlements often yielded more tangible benefits; holding onto anger was futile.
Though the principle of a life for a life was just, the dead could not be brought back, and the living needed to carry on.
"Sorry, I'm not interested in settling." "Not even for a substantial sum of money?" Ephraim paused, then added, "Here's the thing: once criminal proceedings are established, even if you agree to a declaration of forgiveness, the other party will still face sentencing! They won't get away scot- free! It would be a way for you to vent." Dorothy shook her head, her voice soft as she said, "I can't forgive someone who had a hand in my mother’s death. No amount of money can change that." "Alas! | understand how you feel, then. Alright.” Dorothy stood up and left West Legal Services. As soon as she got into her car, she saw a notification on her WhatsApp.
Everett had sent a message but deleted it.
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