Convenient Marriage: Mr. Nelson's Love Trap by Hannah Baker

When Dolores arrived at the hospital, Sampson was sitting along the corridor outside the patient’s room with both his hands on either knee. He was bent forward slightly and deep in his thoughts. He didn’t even realize it when Dolores was standing beside him.

“What are you thinking of?”

Sampson raised his head and held back his emotions when he saw Dolores. He looked towards the patient’s room and said, “Your mother’s emotions aren’t stable.”

Dolores had mentally prepared herself, “Okay, you can go back to rest. I’ll look after her.”

Sampson glanced at her abdomen and said, “You also need to rest.”

“Rest assured that I’ll take good care of myself.” Dolores smiled calmly at him.

Sampson was silent for a moment and then nodded, “Call me if you need anything.”

Dolores acknowledged and Sampson stood up to leave. Dolores looked at his back view and pursed her lips. Although she knew him for a rather long time, she didn’t know much about his family background and family members. She practically didn’t know anything about those.

He was worried about something to be deep in his thoughts.

At this moment, Sampson stopped, turned, and looked at Dolores, “I heard something from those women. Someone paid them to say those things and to splash paint on your door.”

Dolores nodded. “Okay. Sampson, you can also talk to me if something is troubling you.” Dolores looked at him.

Sampson smiled, “I’m fine.”

Dolores didn’t pester him. Everyone has something which they do not want to share with others.

She didn’t go into the room immediately after Sampson left. She was thinking about who would pay those neighbours to do such things? Annabelle? Beulah? But they didn’t know that she was pregnant. Then…

Crash!

glass at Jessica’s feet. She went

grabbed her wrist and looked like she was

at her

Dolores’ hand with increasing strength, “Can you terminate

think of them if the baby was

“Mom…”

her and as if her soul had left her body, “You’re reluctant to. I knew that

sat at the head of the bed and leaned

cooperate

the patient has some mental illness.” The doctor said after conducting

to sway and had to steady herself by holding onto a cupboard behind her, “How did it become so

emotional trauma? This must not be the first time it happened. She must

was emotionally hurt. She had post-natal depression when her brother was born and the depression worsened after her younger brother’s death. Dolores’ pregnancy was also emotionally stressful for her and must have been the straw that broke the camel’s back. This was the limit of her emotional tolerance. Any

Dolores was

Don’t you know Dr. Herbert very well? He is a psychiatrist. He should be able to

wondered if he knew something but

suggest that you transfer your mother to a psychiatric

Dolores nodded in agreement.

looked at the self-inflicted scratches on Jessica’s face. Her heart ached so much that she couldn’t breathe. The scene of her losing control and

to herself and others, the next of kin can only visit her during regulated visiting hours. It was as if part of the treatment

her belongings and terminated the rental. Because she still had some things in the apartment, the rental security had not been refunded by

and she felt that she was increasingly indebted to

and got off the car with her bags. She stood for a moment outside the villa and didn’t expect that she would