Since Ding Chen Tai doesn't believe she is pregnant with his child, asking him to take a pregnant Meng Jingyi to the hospital for an abortion would certainly be met with reluctance. What man would be willing to do that?
The car continued driving toward the outskirts, and as Meng Jingyi looked at the unfamiliar places in a city she'd lived in for so long, her brows furrowed tightly, "Where are we going?"
Ding Chen Tai mocked coldly, "Of course, I'm taking you for an abortion. Didn't you say you were pregnant?"
Meng Jingyi couldn't get used to his harsh words, feeling piercing pain in her chest. She tried to calm herself and not care, but she just couldn't. Every word of his was like a sharp knife, stabbing fiercely into her chest.
As she watched the unfamiliar scenery outside the car window—the distant fields and hills—she tightly clenched her fists and asked hoarsely, "Are you taking me to some third-rate hospital?"
