Ling Chuxia's hands clenched tightly, her nails digging cruelly into her palms, but she was oblivious to the pain.
"I can't keep this child! I don't want this child to be like me—without a family, without a father, without anyone to rely on!"
"I want to have the surgery; I don't want this child. Please arrange it as soon as possible!"
Ling Chuxia managed to force out these words before suddenly standing up and rushing out of the doctor's office.
She had to terminate the pregnancy; she couldn't hesitate any longer because once she hesitated, perhaps, she wouldn't be able to go through with it.
Ling Chuxia ran until she was breathless and finally stopped, gasping for air. Sharp pains flared in her abdomen, and she couldn't help but lean against the wall, collapsing weakly to the ground.
