Steeling myself, I gently stroked my belly and whispered, “Baby, it’s my fault. I failed to protect you. But I’ll never let them succeed.”
After deciding to terminate the pregnancy, I searched for nearby hospitals. Since the beginning of my pregnancy, Lorenzo had arranged prenatal checkups at an international hospital affiliated with Gonzaga Corporation.
Seeing the staggering price list at the first appointment, I pulled Lorenzo’s arm and tried to leave.
He fondly ruffled my hair. “Honey, I work hard to earn money for you and the baby. As long as the child is healthy, spending a little money is nothing.”
Though he joined the company a few years before me and became Gonzaga Corporation’s youngest general manager, I knew he had worked a hundred times harder than others, without the support of a family.
Looking back now, everything he showed me was a meticulously woven deception. He claimed he chose the best hospital for my prenatal care.
But he was also to keep a constant eye on me, the vessel carrying the heart that would keep Marcello alive.
I just booked an induced abortion for tonight. The locked bedroom door was forcefully pushed open.
Natalie’s furious voice echoed through the house.