CEO's Passion: Love by Mistake

This baby can only be regarded as a fetus because it hasn't fully developed and isn't yet a child. Furthermore, I don't have much affection for the child, so I can still bring myself to get rid of it. However, if I choose the child and let my dad go to jail, I'll truly be heartless. Even though I cared about it very much, I believe that even my previous self would make the same choice when faced with the current situation.

Joyce pinched the palm of her hand as she stared at her father with reddened eyes. “I can bear to do that, Dad. I can't stand by and watch you go to jail.”

“You...” Jonathan was furious at her words. “Even if you can, I can't. I'm old, and I don't have long to live. Go to jail? So be it. I'm not afraid of that. In any case, give up the idea of aborting the child, Joyce. I forbid you to do that. I'm willing to go to jail. If you abort the child, won't you be playing right into his hands?”

He pointed at Stanley.

Joyce glanced at Stanley with a bitter smile on her lips. “I know, but that's okay. I just want you to be safe and sound, Dad. Since he wants this child to disappear, I'll do as he wishes. Maybe the grudge between our two families can be alleviated a little when the child is gone, right?”

After saying that, she walked over to Stanley. “You heard our conversation, Mr. Quinn. I'm willing to abort the child and have the surgery right away, so I hope you'll spare my dad. Please, I'm begging you.”

She then bowed low before him.

Jonathan grabbed her arm and tried to pull her up, but she was particularly determined this time, so he was unsuccessful despite his best efforts.

She then bowed low before him.

Jonathan grabbed her arm and tried to pull her up, but she was particularly determined this time, so he was unsuccessful despite his best efforts.

In the end, she got up herself. After lifting a hand to rub her eyes, she turned and headed toward the door.

Stanley clenched his hands under the blanket into fists and abruptly asked, “Where are you going?”

Joyce halted in her tracks but did not turn around. “I'm going to the doctor to arrange an abortion,” she replied in a soft voice, as light as a breeze, but it sounded heart-wrenching.

Her head was slightly bowed, and her eyelids drooped, making it difficult to see the expression on her face and the look in her eyes.

Jonathan balled his fists. If it were not for his rationality, he truly wanted to hit Jonathan again.

“Are you happy now, Stanley?” he roared at the younger man with reddened eyes. “The child in Joyce's womb is also yours, the product of your mistake back then. Why must she bear it alone now?”

Stanley's Adam's apple bobbed. He paid Jonathan no need and focused solely on Joyce. “It's not like there's no chance if you wish to keep the child.”

Joyce raised her head when she heard that. She turned to look at the man on the hospital bed. “What did you say? I-I can keep the child?”