After a moment of silence, she forced a pale smile and said, "So… the child, it must be aborted, right?"
Pain flickered in Elly Campbell's eyes as she looked at her forced cheerfulness. Steeling her resolve, she nodded, like she was making the decision for her, and firmly said,
"Yes, it must be aborted."
Helen Melendy's heart was stabbed fiercely, and the hand hidden under the blanket tightly clutched the bedding beneath her, trembling forcefully.
After a while, she laughed, saying, "That's just as well. I was planning not to keep the baby anyway, and now even God has made this decision for me."
Although her tone seemed very relaxed, Elly saw endless pain in those eyes that once were bright and flamboyant.
"Elly, I want to sleep for a while."
Her seemingly calm voice was laced with a shakiness she tried hard to suppress.
Understanding that this proud girl didn't want her to see her in a state of disarray, Elly stood up and said,
