Chapter 183 Is the Child You're Carrying Mine?
Ainclair said, "Mom, I'm fine. I just had a realization. I'm just an ordinary college grad, and the housing prices in the capital are insane. Even if I work there for years, I still can't afford a house. After thinking it over, I feel it's more practical to come back home and work."
Mila asked, "Are you coming back because you had a tough time out there?"
Sinclair replied, "Mom, what kind of tough time could I have had?"
Mila thought for a moment and said, "Working for the government isn't something you can just decide to do. Your cousin has been trying for years but still hasn't made it into government. You have such a talent for languages, studied foreign languages in college. If you were to work for the government, wouldn't all that learning have been in vain?"
Sinclair knew this, but if she didn't return to the capital and stayed in Oakvale County, it would be better to try the Federal Civil Service Exam.
Sinclair said, "Even if it's difficult, I'll work hard."
Mila didn't know much about these things. "Think it over carefully. You've lost a lot of weight recently. I boiled some eggs this morning. Eat one before you start studying."
Mila brought out the eggs, peeled one, and handed it to her.
As soon as Sinclair smelled the egg, she gagged.
Previously, Sinclair had mentioned over the phone that she had a boyfriend.
It had been more than half a year, and she still hadn't brought him home to meet Mila. Every time Mila asked, Sinclair would brush her off, saying her boyfriend was busy with work and would visit later.
Now, Sinclair suddenly coming home and saying she wanted to stay, without mentioning if she was still with that boyfriend, Mila started to feel something was off.
Mila knew these symptoms too well. "Are you pregnant?"
Sinclair suppressed the nausea and quickly explained, "Mom, I just have an upset stomach."
"Still trying to fool me? When I was pregnant with you, I couldn't stand the smell of eggs either. Is this child from the boyfriend you mentioned on the phone?" Mila asked.
Sinclair didn't want to lie to her.
Seeing Sinclair's silence, Mila got anxious and slapped her. "You're pregnant and unmarried! How could you be so foolish? Where is he? Why did you come back alone? What does he mean by this?"
Mila's eyes blushed with anxiety and anger, but Sinclair remained silent.
Mila's tone turned stern. "Give me his phone number. He got my daughter pregnant, and I need to call him to see how he plans to handle this!"
Sinclair didn't give it to her and swallowed hard. "Mom, I broke up with him. There's no point in finding him. Please, don't make a fuss."
Mila was angry. "He got you pregnant but won't take responsibility? What kind of man is he? If he won't take responsibility, fine, you're coming with me."
Mila dragged Sinclair outside.
Sinclair asked, "Mom, what are you doing?"
Mila said, "Get an abortion! You're so young, getting pregnant before marriage, and the guy just used you up and dumped you. How can you face this? You can afford to be humiliated, but I can't! We can't keep this child!"
Mila, who did most of the housework and was quite strong, dragged Sinclair along.
Sinclair shouted, "Mom!"
Mila said, "Begging me won't change anything! Get an abortion, and then go back to Imperial Capital. Your dad and I worked so hard to get you through college, not so you'd stay in this small place. Go get that simultaneous interpretation certificate you've been talking about! If that man isn't taking responsibility, we can't keep this baby. Your dad passed away from stomach cancer early, and I've been raising you alone as a widow. Do you think it's been easy for me these years? Sinclair, I've been through this, and I know how hard it is for a woman to raise a child on her own, so we absolutely can't have you keep this baby!"
Mila dragged Sinclair to the town's public hospital.
A black Cayenne cruised by.
Luke, the driver, glanced in the rearview mirror and said, "Sir, I think I saw Ms. Cross. Was that her?"
Michael looked back and saw Sinclair being pulled into the hospital by a middle-aged woman. "Stop the car."
Inside the hospital, after Mila registered Sinclair, they sat outside of the consultation room, waiting.
Mila held her daughter's hand, looking concerned. "Sinclair, don't blame me. I don't want you to regret it later. Having a child out of wedlock, a child without a father, is unacceptable here. It's not good for you either. You're so young; having a child would tie you down at the start of your life. Even if you hate me, I won't agree to you having this child."
Sinclair looked pale. She didn't run because she knew her mother meant well.
She had thought about getting an abortion before, but it was just a thought. Now, she still couldn't bear facing the loss of this child.
She looked at Mila pleadingly. "Mom, can I think about it?"
Mila said, "What's there to think about? The child is growing inside you every day. The longer you wait, the worse it is for you! Unless that man is willing to marry you and give this child a legitimate status, you can't have this child!"
Sinclair thought, 'Marriage? But Michael doesn't love me. I can't use this child to force him into marriage.'
She muttered, "He won't marry me."
Mila said, "Then you can't have this child!"
The consultation room called her name, "Number three, Sinclair!"
Mila pulled Sinclair into the consultation room.
The doctor asked, "What's the problem?"
Mila closed the door and lowered her voice. "Doctor, my daughter is pregnant, but we don't want this child. Can you arrange for the surgery today?"
The doctor glanced at Sinclair and asked, "Are you sure you don't want it?"
Mila replied, "Yes, we're sure!"
The doctor said, "I'm asking her, not you."
Sinclair sat there, pale and hesitant. "Doctor, I..."
The consultation room door suddenly burst open.
Michael asked, "Sinclair, you're pregnant?"
The doctor frowned and looked over, seeing a tall, handsome man standing at the door. "Do you know each other?"
Hearing the familiar male voice, Sinclair trembled, and her face turned even paler.
Michael strode in, staring at her and demanding, "Is the child you're carrying mine?"
Mila quickly realized who he was.
She glared at Michael. "You're Michael? You got Sinclair pregnant and now you're asking if the child is yours? Do you think you're something special because you have money? I'll beat you to death!"
Mila picked up her bag and started hitting Michael with it.
Michael didn't dodge. Mila's heavy faux leather bag came crashing down on his head.
In the consultation room, Mila started hitting Michael.
The doctor was about to intervene when Sinclair suddenly got up and ran out.
Michael quickly chased after her and caught her at the hospital entrance. "Sinclair, why didn't you tell me you were pregnant?"
Sinclair found it laughable. With tears, she said, "Would it have made a difference? Would you love me or marry me?"
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