I kept deleting words on the screen, but I still told Samuel about the abortion.
I asked him to come and see the baby for the last time.
But until the end of my operation, I didn't see him.
The nurse said that I was weak and suggested that I be hospitalized for observation.
I lay on the hospital bed, browsing on my phone, and I accidentally saw Jocelyn's Instagram.
"Samuel loves me the most. Knowing that I am injured, he stays by my side all the time."
The photo was blurry, and I could vaguely see a bruised wrist with two bright red bloodstains.
I silently liked it.
She added me on purpose just to show off, right?
I looked at my phone, and without surprise, Samuel's call would come soon.
It was always like this.
As long as Jocelyn and I contacted each other, he would accuse me and protect Jocelyn without hesitation.
"Clare, you're starting to act up again, aren't you? Jocelyn can't see. I'm just taking care of her. What are you up to?"
She couldn't see but could still put on blush and foundation. She was really exquisite and beautiful.
I looked at the empty ward and laughed at myself.
"The child is gone as you wished."