"The child you’re carrying is mine, Desmond Fairchild’s. I have absolute rights to decide the child’s fate. Even if it goes to court, you won’t gain any advantage."
For once, Desmond Fairchild spoke such a long paragraph, his icy tone was like an unemotional robot, and the way he looked at Seraphina Sinclair was as if it lacked any warmth.
If Seraphina Sinclair was still moved by him when he rescued her, in this mont her beating heart instantly died.
This man, was the one she loved for two years.
This man, at his first word, wanted her child dead.
She didn’t understand why Desmond Fairchild could be so ruthless, only felt her heart grow cold, her eyes reddening as she looked into Desmond’s eyes: "Are you sure?"
"Yes." Desmond Fairchild had nothing more to say, but his gaze was so sure.
"Fine, since this is what you wish for, I’ll fulfill it." Seraphina Sinclair bit her red lips, her tears already welled up, after a long pause she forced an ugly smile, "Desmond Fairchild, after aborting this child, you and I will sever all ties and even if we et again, we’ll be enemies."
If the previous severing of ties carried a sense of defiance, now it embodied all emotions.
Disappointnt, despair, even a broken heart.
Desmond Fairchild clenched his fists, a trace of pain flashed in his long phoenix eyes, yet when he looked up, he revealed endless indifference: "So be it."
Desmond Fairchild left.
Watching Desmond step out the door, Seraphina Sinclair’s tears she had been holding back finally burst out.
She didn’t know how much her heart hurt, seeing his cold eyes, she only felt like her soul had been hollowed out.
Why, why did Desmond Fairchild have to treat her this way?
He once risked his life pulling her from the abyss, and now he cruelly pushed her into hell.
That night, the villa echoed with Seraphina Sinclair’s heart-wrenching cries, cries more intense than when the two split.
Because Seraphina Sinclair clearly knew, they were truly beyond return.
Even if Desmond Fairchild and she t again, they would be strangers on the road.
When Irene Rowe found Seraphina Sinclair, she had already cried herself unconscious.
Before fainting, with tear-filled eyes, she told Camille White: "Prepare for surgery."
Camille White also felt a twinge of reluctance, but there was no better solution now. Seraphina Sinclair’s body wasn’t ideally suited for an abortion, and the child was already quite developed.
However, the current situation was unique, and he had no better option.
Only by removing the child could Seraphina Sinclair be without a weakness, and prevent herself from falling into an unsolvable danger.
Irene Rowe looked at the tear-streaked face of Seraphina Sinclair on the bed, feeling an incomparable heartache.
Having been with Seraphina for so many years, she understood her so well. Strong on the outside, but incredibly fragile inside, because she had never truly opened her heart due to past events.
She had barely managed to be true to herself in front of Desmond Fairchild, but now his series of actions pushed her back into past darkness.
Seeing Seraphina’s furrowed brows even in unconsciousness, Irene Rowe sighed helplessly: "Looks like she’s having nightmares again."
Camille White prepared for the surgery quickly.
The next day, Seraphina Sinclair in a white dress stood expressionlessly in front of Camille White, calmly said: "Let’s start."
She didn’t say much, as if it wasn’t her who was going for the abortion, her expression seed unchanged, yet it evoked heartache in others.
"It will be over soon." Camille White, though reluctant, could only proceed this way.
It was rely an induction abortion surgery, Camille White could handle it quickly.
When Seraphina Sinclair woke up again, it was already four in the afternoon.
She lay on her large bed, gazing at the white ceiling, her eyes red, though tearless.
Her pale, frail hand brushed across her flat belly, Seraphina only felt as if sothing had been extracted from her body, she wanted to grasp it, but couldn’t.
Her heart ached so much she didn’t know if it would keep beating.
Despite the internal hardship, her face showed no expression.
Due to the recent abortion, Aunt Winters worried she might refuse to eat and perhaps harm herself, was prepared to bring food upstairs and persuade her gently.
Unexpectedly, Seraphina Sinclair needed no persuasion, she voluntarily went downstairs and ate obediently, never neglecting her needs, as if she wasn’t sad at all.
Aunt Winters was glad to see her eating and drinking well. Yet she remained silent, rely doing her tasks quietly.
The old Seraphina wasn’t like this. Although she’s not neglecting her body now, it feels unfamiliar and heart-wrenching.
"Miss Seraphina, here’s so black-bone chicken soup I made for you. It’s very nourishing, have a try." Aunt Winters brought the soup to Seraphina with a smile.
Seraphina slowly accepted, a faint smile lifted her lips: "Thank you, Aunt Winters."
After finishing the soup, she offered another faint smile: "It’s very good."
Aunt Winters really didn’t know how to respond, distinctly noticing Seraphina was different from before, her current state constantly worried Aunt Winters.
She opened her mouth to offer comfort but couldn’t find the words when it ca to it.
She could only keep shaking her head and sighing, knowing that in situations like this, nothing she said would help.
Seraphina Sinclair had been through so much, Aunt Winters always treated her like her daughter, seeing her now like a soulless puppet, how could she sit still?
She quickly signaled Jude Sinclair, hoping he could comfort Seraphina Sinclair as her son.
Jude threw up his hands helplessly, he had tried everything, but his mommy barely responded to him.
Honestly, Jude also felt resentnt towards the abortion; he had genuinely anticipated the arrival of this little life and eventually had to painfully return the clothes and toys he bought online.
He tugged at Seraphina’s arm, glaring with his wide eyes: "Mommy, should we play gas? It’s been a long ti since you played with ."
"Sure." Seraphina Sinclair didn’t refuse, maintaining an air of ease.
Jude was nearly going out of his mind.
When playing gas with Seraphina, she was exceptionally easygoing, losing almost every ti without whining like before, continuing to play with Jude.
Seeing this, Jude decided it was not working, and deliberately lost two rounds.
However, instead of being elated, the triumphant Seraphina rely stated symbolically: "Jude, you’re really strong. Rarely does Mommy win."
...
The atmosphere was truly awkward, Seraphina Sinclair was talking and interacting with everyone, yet everyone knew she was no longer the Seraphina they once knew, now just a soulless shell.
Suddenly, no one knew what to do, and when Rosalie Quinn found out, she traveled miles to see her.
Obviously, on the surface, Seraphina Sinclair seed perfectly fine, eating, drinking, and sleeping as usual, doing everything like normal, but everyone knew she wasn’t happy.
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