Patience in Wounds (Stupidity)
106. I'll Abort It!!

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This is where Mike is, sitting around waiting until the woman lets him in. He can't impose his will on pregnant women, Mike doesn't want to make Febby feel depressed.

I'll give you some time to think, but I won't let you think you can get away from me. I will not let my son be born without a father and lack of affection.

Mike turned his head up while closing his eyes, it seemed like it would be a little difficult to persuade the woman to marry him. However, if the woman is still the Febby of yesterday, it is Febby who loves money and luxury. It would be easy for Mike to make Febby his wife.

I hope your mom still likes money, so I can get closer to her.

It was as if he was talking to his son-in-law.

Suddenly he felt longed, the feeling of touching Febby's stomach. He wanted to be able to touch her again, but there was no way the woman would allow it so easily.

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While indoors, Febby seemed to be thinking hard for his future. How can she get pregnant with a man who only works as an assistant of her ex-boyfriend.

Febby, you're such a fool to get drunk that you don't even notice like that. What should I do now, do I just throw away this fetus that is in my womb.

Febby was confused. Which one should she choose, give birth to and receive the man or abort and move on with life as usual.

How many men actually spouted sp*rmanya, until I was immediately pregnant. But wait, if that man was the one who raped me that night. That means he's the owner of that black card.

Febby could not believe what he was thinking. How can an assistant have a black card.

There's no way he is, is the salary as an assistant so great?

But come to think of it his face was also very handsome, he was also willing to take responsibility and might as well be rich. Did I just marry him?

"Aaa... What should I do?" febby shouting.

Suddenly made Mike who heard the sound of Febby yelling also popped his head.

"What's wrong, is anyone sick?" mike asked, could not dare go deeper.

"Wear asked again, obviously because of your actions I became like this" murmured Febby, reluctant to look at the man.

Mike instead gave a smile hearing it, when Febby's annoyance looked cute he thought.

"Close the door again, I don't want to be disturbed." Febby's orders are still turning his face away.

"Until when, don't wait for your belly to grow up just married," said Mike.

Suddenly Febby frowned at the words of the man who seemed confident.

"Who wants to marry you?" Febby's upset.

"If you don't marry me then who wants to marry you is pregnant, or you want to take care of our child alone."

It sounded laughable in Febby's ear when the man said our son.

"Ck. I will not marry you and will not raise this child." Challenge Febby. He wanted to see what the man would do if he knew his son would be aborted.

Mike walked closer in anger. How can a mother remove her own flesh and blood.

"What do you mean by your words?" That sharp look so pierced Febby.

"A. I won't marry you" Febby said stammeringly.

"Repeat the second sentence" Mike ordered.

Mike gnashed his teeth, his hands already clenched firmly. Even Febby was already very frightened at the moment, not expecting that the man could become so sinister.

Mike was really angry, it felt like he wanted to beat up the woman in front of him so as not to say such a cruel thing. How can a fetus that has not even been printed perfectly, be killed by his own mother.

"You...!!" Mike's hand was already hanging in the air with a strong fist.

Febby, who saw him, covered his face with both hands. If the man lifts his punch, not only his fetus is gone but also himself.

Bugg...

"Aaa..," cried Febby at the sound of the blow, but wait why I don't feel pain.

Febby peeked out of the slit of his fingers. His eyes were rounded when he saw the man smash his hands against the wall of the room. Blood had even flowed as a result of the loudness of the man hitting.

Mike who could not hold his anger anymore turned out to prefer to vent his anger on the wall. Unconcerned by the wounds and pain in his hands, he felt useless as a man.

"Enough!! Stop that!!" peeked Febby with tears, inexplicably he was in pain to see the man hurt himself. Maybe it was because of the bond between the fetus and his father.

Febby got out of bed and approached Mike, who was still holding his hand. He hugged the man from behind.

"What are you doing, you're hurting your hand. You've made your son sad, too." Collapsing was Febby's defense, he who used to not care about others and was so arrogant. Now he was terrified when the father of his son hurt himself so cruelly.

Mike who felt a warm embrace from the woman who had made him fall in love at the same time ride the apoplexy also stopped the movement of his hand. But he still kept silent saying nothing.

While Febby was still sobbing behind the back of the man he had just rejected.

The two were silent for a moment, only Febby's sobs could be heard. So strong was the bond between father and son that Febby felt sick.

Mike, who had slightly muffled his anger, tried to release the winding of Febby's hand on his stomach. After she left, she walked to the door to get out of the room.

"Wait," stop Febby by holding Mike's hand.

"Your hand is hurt, let me treat your wound." Is this still Febby, why suddenly he is so concerned with the suffering of others.

"I will treat it myself" Mike said in a cold tone and without turning his head.

Mike stepped back, pulling his hand from Febby's. The wound on his hand was nothing compared to his pain when Febby said he would abort his future son.

A life that is innocent and knows nothing, so why should it be sacrificed.

Mike took his foot out of the hospital. Bringing wounds and guilt.

If he could choose from whose womb he was born from, he also did not want to be born from a woman of the night and had a brengseek and irresponsible father.

When all this happened to his future son, he did not want his son to experience the same thing. But when he wants to fix things. The woman even wants to eliminate the innocent fetus.

to be continue...

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