She took a deep breath and glanced at Leon. “Leon had a car accident the other day. I couldn’t just let him come to the hospital alone, could I?”
Such a convenient accident—one that left him with nothing but an injured arm.
I said, “Karen, next time, I hope you won’t be late in court.”
She froze, staring at me in disbelief. “What do you mean?”
“I mean I’m divorcing you.”
I stared at her steadily and she looked back at me with wide eyes, utterly shocked. After a long pause, she grabbed my arm tightly, nearly hysterical. “Impossible! Jordan, I’m telling you, I will never divorce you! We have a child! Don’t you want this child anymore? I’m the mother—”
“Are you even a man? You’re divorcing me while I’m pregnant?!”
I looked at her coldly. “This child is deformed. I made today’s hospital appointment to take you here to terminate the pregnancy.”
I shoved all the prenatal examination reports into her hands. "You’ve never cared about this child. You’ve never paid attention. Let’s get a divorce, Karen."
Leon stepped forward to pull her away. “Karen, just do what he said. Even without him, I’ll take care of you!”
“Get lost!”