Queen Revenge

It was ten o’clock at night when I returned to North City from the neighboring city, and Paul asked Eric to give me a ride while she took a call at the airport and hurriedly left in a taxi.

I stood at the platform and watched Paul leave in a cab, deep in thought, just now when she answered the phone called out President Richter, the voice is not too big and not too small, just drilled into my ears.

Paul had just returned from a neighboring city and immediately contacted Ben Richter?

Could something have happened?

“Alva, let’s go.”

Eric waved and stopped a cab, already putting all my bags in.

“Coming.”

I withdrew my gaze and got into the car.

Along the way, Eric surprisingly did not speak, has been holding the phone with who is chatting, without him in the ear chatter, I really a little uncomfortable, I inclined my head intends to see what he is doing, but he quickly exit the interface, laughed, “Reporting to his girlfriend about the trip, the woman is a trouble, afraid that I ran away as if, keep asking me where I have arrived. ”

I don’t know if he was really chatting with his girlfriend, and chimed in, “Your girlfriend is concerned about you.”

Eric scratched his head and smiled sarcastically, “I know, by the way Alva, do you have a boyfriend?”

“No.” I shook my head.

Eric said, “It’s good that you don’t have one, you’re in no hurry, take your time to pick one.”

I don’t really have any advantages except for my face. This society is very realistic, it’s all about weighing interests.

Walker Richter also weighed the interests before giving me up.

The cab soon arrived at my address, I got out and carried my bags upstairs without Eric’s help.

When I got home, I took a comfortable shower and lay down on my bed, thinking of nothing else.

I slept until dawn, and as soon as I opened my eyes, I saw Fiona Croix sitting on the edge of the bed, her eyes staring at me, as if she hadn’t slept all night.

I sat up with a jolt, “Fiona, what are you doing? Pestle and mortar in front of my eyes early in the morning, it almost didn’t scare me to death.”

Fiona Croix kept staring at me and seemed to have made up her mind, saying, [Alva, can you accompany me to the hospital?

“Go to the hospital for what?” I immediately thought of the child in her abdomen, “Labor and delivery or …?”

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The two words were as heavy as a thousand pounds, and after she said it, she closed her eyes heavily, her hands hanging down at her sides clenched into fists.

Before this, she must have tangled and hesitated a thousand times in her heart.

I held her hand and looked at her, ”Have you really thought about it? This is a human life, Fiona, if you can’t part with it, you still have me, I’ll be the child’s godmother from now on, we’ll take care of it together.”

I could tell Fiona Croix wasn’t giving up at all, her eyes were red and swollen, she must have shed a lot of tears, to give up her child, that would be cruel for any mother.

Fiona Croix closed her eyes, tears slipped from the corners of her eyes, when she opened her eyes again, her eyes wet with tears were filled with determination: [Go to the hospital.

She had made her decision, and it was useless for me to persuade her, and I didn’t know if I was doing the right thing.

It’s not easy being a single mom, and maybe this child will drag her down for the rest of her life.

“Wait for me then, I’ll change my clothes and I’ll follow you to the hospital.”

Fiona Croix nodded and went out, looking at her waning back I sighed and got out of bed to go to the bathroom to wash up.

I purposely dawdled and stalled, hoping to get her to think things through a bit more, I was afraid she’d regret it later.

It was ten in the morning by the time I left the house, I took a day off from work and took a cab to go to the hospital with Fiona Croix, arriving at the hospital at exactly eleven o’clock.

I queued up to register, and when she finished a series of tests, it was already twelve o’clock, and the doctor was already off duty, so the abortion could only be scheduled for the afternoon. I sat with her on a chair in the hospital corridor, and unscrewed a bottle of water for her: “Do you want to go back and rest for a while before coming back?”

Fiona Croix hand pinch ultrasound single, eyes do not blink staring at the above, the corners of the eyes gradually wet, now the fetus is still just a peanut size, can not see anything, ultrasound is also a black, can not see anything, the following instructions show that the fetus all development is normal.

I looked at Fiona Croix like this, my heart was very hard, she was simply abusing herself.

I brought the ultrasound sheet over, a bit hateful: “Don’t look at it, have decided not to want it, but also stay for what, this is at noon, first go back to eat and then come back.”

I am thinking to Fiona Croix now this situation, maybe go back to not come, she does not want to give up, then wait a little longer, than in the sad time to make a decision, later regret.

Fiona Croix let out a bitter smile: [The doctor is about to go to work, wait a little longer].

What a dead heart.

I exhaled a mouthful of cloudy air and sat down to accompany her.

Time passes by.

Once I felt that time was long and hard to endure, but today’s time passed quickly, it felt like it was two o’clock in a while, the doctor went to work, and Fiona Croix’s surgery was scheduled for the third.

“I’m going out for some air.”

I made an excuse to go out, thinking around I called Jack Astor, no matter what the outcome was I just hoped that the two of them could work things out and no one would regret it later.

Jack Astor is the father of the child, he has the right to know.

The phone was quickly connected, but the person who answered the phone was not Jack Astor, it was a woman’s voice: “May I ask who you are?”

“I have an urgent call for Jack Astor, put him on the phone.” I don’t care what kind of person this woman is Jack Astor, thinking of Fiona Croix’s sad and agonizing eyes, a nameless fire rose in the bottom of my heart, and the tone of my voice was not very good.

“Jack Astor he …”

The woman’s words did not finish, I heard Jack Astor’s voice: “Dailey Rovella, who’s calling?”

“The other party did not say.”

“I’ll do it.” Jack Astor took the phone over to him and his mellow voice came through the receiver, “This is Jack Astor, who is this?”

“This is Alva Hill, Fiona is in the hospital right now getting ready for an abortion, Southeast Women’s and Children’s Hospital, come as you are.”

With those words I hung up my cell phone.

In fact, I don’t know whether Jack Astor will come or not, he and Fiona Croix are divorced, and soon to be married, I’m afraid that he can’t wait for Fiona Croix to get rid of the child to stop the future problems.

I looked at the blue sky, hoping that God would treat Fiona favorably and not let her suffer anymore.

Taking a long breath, I walked in and outside the operating room, Fiona Croix was waiting while she was next, her hands gripping the edge of the chair, very nervous.

I walked over to the doctor just in time to call Fiona Croix, only to see her staring at the operating room with both eyes, her face a little pale, and it seemed to take a lot of courage to get up and walk towards the operating room.

“Fiona,” I took her hand, “wait a little longer.”

Maybe Jack Astor will come.

Fiona Croix shook her head, [Just wait for me outside, it’ll be out soon, I’ll be fine.]

She pulled her hand back and I could only watch as she walked into the operating room.