Yet, this shameless man in front of me only cared about the money.
Seeing that I remained silent, Nigel assumed I agreed and began reciting the bills.
"The first blood test, two hundred dollars. The second hospital stay to prevent miscarriages was one thousand and five hundred dollars. Ultrasound, eight hundred dollars. The third prenatal visit, seven hundred... Then there are the baby's clothes, diapers, formula, your cesarean section fee, surgical dressings, postpartum pads, and the hospital stay. Altogether, it's about fifty thousand dollars.
"Of course, I can't expect you to cover it all since I'm the father too. So, to be fair, we should split it fifty-fifty. What do you think?"
Fairness? He was talking to me about fairness?
Who was going to be fair to me for the ten months of pregnancy suffering?
Now that the child was born, he was here to discuss fairness for money.
It was disgusting. Not wanting to look at Nigel's greedy face, I turned my head toward the crib.
My turning away angered Nigel.
He questioned me sharply. "Julia Hornby, what do you mean? You don't intend to freeload, do you?"
The word 'freeload' from his mouth brought tears to my eyes.