Show Me The Way, My Dear

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From then on, I had a follower.

Dan picked me up from school every day and insisted on watching me enter the house.

He gave me expensive and beautiful clothes, lying to me that they were cheap goods.

He anonymously gave my family a huge sum of money, which enabled us to escape the days of humiliation for survival.

Just when I was moved wildly, I heard someone gossiping, "The young master of the Johnson family was bewitched by a young bitch and fell in love with the bitch who is like a pile of garbage in the quagmire."

My inferiority complex made me desperately avoid Dan and cut off all contact with him.

It wasn't until my gambling father was in debt again and was ready to sell me to a brothel to pay off his debts.

Dan unexpectedly appeared again.

That time he was seriously injured.

Seeing that the matter had escalated, the debt collector fled in a hurry.

I didn't know where I got the strength from, but I carried him on my back and rushed to the hospital.

Tears mixed with blood splattered on the ground.

The doctor joked, "You two young lovers have such a good relationship. The girlfriend cried even more sadly than the injured boyfriend."

Dan blushed slightly, "I'm not her boyfriend yet, but it's only temporary."

He didn't say the latter sentence.

I added in a low voice, "Maybe soon."

After the doctor left, we both sat side by side on the bed.

His slightly warm body temperature penetrated into my heart along with his blood.

Dan was the first to break the silence, his words a little clumsy, "Joan, don't worry, if you are in danger, I will definitely stand in front of you."

I timidly told him about my life. With a father who was addicted to gambling and a mother in high heels who lived on prostitution, I was born of humble parentage.

I was afraid that he would give up after he knew my family situation, and I was even more afraid that he would regret it in the future.

I also told him that what my mom hated most was seeing me cry.

Every time I cried, she would scold me, "I even sold myself for you, and I still have to laugh with others every day. You are in no position to shed tears when you are comfortably at home!"

I raised my head with tearful eyes and looked at Dan, "You won't make me cry in the future, right? Hmm..."

The boy used his immature actions to stop my anxiety and tears.

Dan used all his wealth to pay off my father's debts in exchange for my freedom.

His parents threatened us to break up by severing their kindred relationship.

We were penniless during those years, but we wandered around the nation and remained loyal to each other.

It made me think that we would hold hands with our love and grow old together.

"Congratulations on your wish coming true. The baby is healthy."

The doctor's blessing interrupted my memories. The baby's heartbeat was amplified through the stethoscope, hitting my heart like a hammer.

I forced a smile and said, "Yeah."

That doctor was an expert in gynecology and had been helping me with my health.

When she found out I was pregnant, she was overjoyed and genuinely relieved.

"You two must have suffered a lot for this child. You must be careful in the first three months. By the way, why didn't your husband come with you?"

Noticing that I was silent for a long time, the doctor asked in confusion, "What's wrong? Are you feeling uncomfortable somewhere?"

I bitterly dodged her hand that was about to check my condition and took deep breaths, "Actually, I don't plan to have the child anymore... Is it too late to have an abortion now?"

She stared at me in disbelief, "You took so many medicines and had so many injections, so you finally got pregnant. How can you just decide not to have it?"

I shook my head, "A kid that is not expected will not be happy even if it is born."

The doctor sighed regretfully, "I see. You can go back and discuss it with your husband again. Look, the child's hands and feet are almost formed."

I said firmly, "I don't want the child. I choose to have an abortion."

I took the abortion drug and felt pain deep inside my body, but I felt happy inside.

The last expectation was about to be taken away.

I stroked the image of my child on the ultrasound and couldn't help but burst into tears.

My baby, you were what I thought about day and night.

But your mother was blind and chose an irresponsible father.

I didn't want you to be born and suffer the injustice.

Back then, I and Dan, struggled to get married.

But in recent years, his love and affection for me had gradually faded, and the house was always empty and desolate.

My mother-in-law always found fault with me for not being able to get pregnant.

I also thought that if we had a child, he would be able to pay more attention to me.

As it turned out, I was totally wrong.

I moved out overnight last night and didn't sleep the whole night.

When I was sitting in a taxi, I saw Yola's Twitter-"I experience so many pains in my period! But he cares for me and he is making me lemonade.”

I could easily recognize the man wearing an apron in the picture.

Look, he knew how to love and care.

But no longer for me.

When I walked out of the operating room, I ran into Dan.

He looked somewhat delighted, "Joan, I was a little harsh yesterday. Are you here for a pre-pregnancy checkup? Don't worry, if we prepare well for pregnancy, you will definitely get pregnant."

"Well, I got pregnant, but I aborted."

I told him the truth, taking pleasure in irritating him.

His expression suddenly darkened.

Yola poked her head out coquettishly, "Joan, I was not feeling well at work, and Mr. Johnson said he was very familiar with the doctor, so he brought me here to get checked."

The ultrasound report in my hand caught Dan's attention. He snatched it away and looked at it with a look of surprise on his face, "You are pregnant, why didn't you tell me?"

Before he could finish his words, he was stunned.

The torn rips on the paper were made by him a few days ago.