Mary looked at the medicine in her hands. The pills exuded a pungent bitterness, but that bitterness couldn't compare to the chill in her heart at this moment.
She lowered her head again and looked at her flat abdomen.
Not even three months had passed, so her belly had always remained inconspicuous.
Yet in these three months, she had gradually become accustomed to its presence, instinctively protecting her belly when someone approached.
She had even dreamed several times of meeting this adorable child.
She dreamed that it might be half like Ellis, half like herself...
Now, she still couldn't protect the baby...
Mary's eyes gradually became teary, and she felt a pervasive sense of utter despair and melancholy.
She looked at Ellis once more.
She didn't know whether she should blame him... or how much to blame him.
