Tomorrow, she would go to find Dorian again, to tell him about her pregnancy. And would he be happy? Can the past between them be reconciled?
Her heart was so anxious. She was afraid that even if he knew about her pregnancy, he would still be as cold as he was today, afraid that everything she personally cut off could never be mended again.
"Baby, your daddy will definitely be happy to have you, he will, he said he likes children, he said if we had a child, he would treat it like a treasure." She murmured to herself, as if these words could give her courage.
That night, she threw up twice more. Not wanting to raise her parents' suspicion, she used a plastic bag to vomit in her room, then quietly went downstairs to throw the vomit away in the trash bin.
