Joan Harry smiled, the smile at the corner of her lips resembling a poppy flower, laced with poison.
She knew that once his identity was mentioned, he would lose his composure.
She also knew he loved being the center of attention, with everyone flattering and fawning over him, vain like a teenager.
His illegitimate identity was probably the most disgraceful thing in his life, one that couldn't be erased even with time.
"Jesse Rowan, let go. I'm going to have an abortion. Even if I don't have the child, I don't want an illegitimate one," she said calmly.
An illegitimate child is destined to live in the shadows, forever branded with a disgraceful label; how could she let her own flesh and blood be treated with disdain?
Earlier, she thought marriage and having children were perhaps the most natural things in life, but now they seem like a luxury.
If there is a future, she just wants to live well and find someone who loves her... that's enough.
