Chapter 1050 Surgery at Dawn
Jane remained silent for a long time, her eyes lowered to a corner of the carpet, her fingers unconsciously twisting together.
Twisting her fingers was a subconscious action Jane did when she was nervous and anxious. She discovered this little habit in her youth and worked hard to correct it, but in moments of extreme urgency, she couldn't help but reveal it.
"Jane..." Anthony wanted to tell Jane not to rush and to take her time to think.
After all, Anthony wouldn't allow Jane to abort the child; a miscarriage was very harmful to the body.
"It's my right to decide what to do with it, and it's none of your business." Jane cut Anthony off. "Anthony, I'm neither your wife nor your girlfriend. This child in my belly has no social connection to you. I'll do as I please, and you have no right to interfere."
Anthony hesitated, then finally said helplessly, "Jane, don't get upset."
Hearing this made Jane very angry. 'Is this a universal line for men?'
She shouted, "The child isn't in your belly, of course, you're not upset!"
Anthony couldn't respond to that; he had to admit it was his fault, all his fault.
"After vomiting so much, are you hungry now? Should I have someone bring some oatmeal?" Anthony asked gently.
"Not hungry, not eating."
Jane turned her face away, not wanting to talk to Anthony.
"Then get some rest; it's two o'clock." It was 2 AM.
Anthony brought Jane a bathrobe. "You sleep in the master bedroom, I'll sleep in the guest room."
Now he was playing the gentleman, preparing two rooms.
Jane couldn't help but look up at Anthony, and the sarcastic words came out immediately. "You wouldn't sneak into my room in the middle of the night, would you? You have done that before."
Anthony didn't respond, pretending not to hear Jane's words.
Because Jane was right, Anthony might indeed enter her room after she fell asleep.
The bed in the presidential suite had a Simmons mattress, much better than the one in the business suite.
A lot had happened that night. First, she cursed out Madeline and the committee during the awards ceremony, then she went to the hospital and found out she was pregnant.
Jane's head was spinning, her mind a mess. She was physically and mentally exhausted, yet she couldn't fall asleep.
Jane usually didn't sleep very soundly, preferring to sleep on her side and turn over frequently. Now, lying in bed, she didn't dare to move much.
She was afraid of pressing or jostling the tiny embryo in her belly.
Even though Jane hadn't decided whether to keep this little life, she still acted cautiously.
Putting aside Anthony, Jane herself was capable of raising a child.
However, in Jane's memory, there was no role of a mother in her life, and she didn't know how to be one.
Jane knew she wasn't as gentle and patient as Natalie, nor as kind and loving as Flora. Jane never thought she could be a competent mother. Since she couldn't play the role of "mother" well, why let the child come out and suffer?
Jane touched her flat belly and couldn't help but mutter to herself, "What should I do? I don't want you, but I can't bear to let you go."
Jane couldn't bear to kill a life like that.
Every life, once conceived, should have the chance to come into this world and enjoy its beauty.
The clock on the wall pointed to four.
Anthony had been standing by the window for two hours, wanting to smoke but not daring to. He was afraid the smell of smoke would bother Jane.
Until 4:30, when dawn broke, Anthony turned and entered the room, carefully trying Jane's door handle. It wasn't locked.
Anthony pushed the master bedroom door open a crack and slipped inside.
Anthony's night vision was always good; even without turning on the light, he could see Jane on the bed through the dim light.
Anthony silently approached Jane's bed. As soon as he squatted down, her closed eyes suddenly opened.
Jane had guessed Anthony would come tonight and wasn't surprised.
Anthony paused, then gently stroked Jane's hair, asking, "Can't sleep?"
Jane maintained her side-lying position, her fingers on her belly curling slightly.
Through the darkness, Jane looked at the blurry figure in front of her and said, "Anthony, when the sun rises, I'm going to have the surgery."
"What surgery?" Anthony asked, though he knew the answer.
"An abortion." Jane still didn't want the child.
Jane couldn't be a good mother, and the baby wouldn't have a father. In such an environment, it was better not to bring the child into the world.
"You've heard my answer. Can you leave now?" Jane asked.
"I'll leave once you fall asleep," Anthony said calmly.
Jane frowned and asked suspiciously, "Anthony, you actually agree?"
"If I disagree, will you change your mind?" Anthony asked.
"No."
Morning light poured through the floor-to-ceiling windows, filling the presidential suite.
Jane changed into loose, comfortable clothes, ready to go out.
"Have breakfast first." Anthony called to Jane.
On the dining table were light foods Anthony had ordered from the hotel, with no strong smells that might upset a pregnant woman. There wasn't even the oatmeal that might bring back bad memories for Jane.
"Fasting is better for the examination," Jane said. She hadn't researched abortion procedures or accompanied anyone for one, so she wasn't sure if any pre-surgery exams required fasting.
"There are no exams that require fasting." Anthony handed Jane a cup of hot milk. "Don't worry, I wouldn't deceive you about this. Eating breakfast won't stop you, right?"
That made sense. Jane felt Anthony's reaction today was strange but couldn't pinpoint why.
Jane had expected Anthony to try to stop her from aborting the child, but he was very cooperative.
Could it be that Anthony didn't want the child either and saw it as a burden?
After finishing breakfast, Jane still couldn't figure it out. Instead, she saw Anthony holding the car keys, saying, "I'll drive you."
In Anthony's car, Jane took out her phone to distract herself, avoiding conversation with Anthony.
Jane was worried Anthony might persuade her to keep the child, and she feared she might give in.
Jane rushed to the hospital at dawn to avoid feeling too sentimental and reluctant to abort the child.
Then she saw several messages from former socialite friends after checking her phone.
They were all talking about Madeline.
Madeline's plagiarism of Jane's work had spread like wildfire in the social circle within an hour after the awards ceremony.
Today, there was new gossip: the Stewart family had been disciplined.
Rumor had it that several contracts the Stewart family was about to secure had fallen through, their bank loans were denied, and their new overseas market expansion was blocked.
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