Amelia remembered that at the time, her heart was already filled with ashes, so numb that she had become indifferent to everything. Her father was in a coma, the Fosters were bankrupt, and her boyfriend had betrayed her... All the sadness and sorrow seemed to have run dry with her tears on the night she lost her child.
He smoked all night outside the door, while she spent the entire night hardening her heart in the room. She told herself that even if she got dumped, she shouldn't be too pathetic.
Her body was weak after the miscarriage. She leaned casually against the doorframe and said nonchalantly, "I had it aborted."
Then she saw that her revenge was successful. The man's eyes, which had always been calm and unfazed, suddenly filled with a violent hatred, the kind that wished he could strangle her to death.
With his eyes filled with malice, he stared at her like he'd encountered a venomous snake and said word by word, "That was a life. How could you be so cruel?"
