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!

Jessica’s feet. She went over to pick up the glass shards, “Mom, do you want a drink? Take a seat

her wrist and looked like she was in a trance,

at her

and grabbed Dolores’ hand

What would others think of them if the baby was blond with blue eyes? Dolores knew that Jessica was

“Mom…”

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

bed and leaned back in

doctor but Jessica didn’t cooperate and even wanted to hurt herself. As a result, the doctor gave her an

prognosis is the patient has some mental illness.” The doctor said

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

time it happened. She must have suppressed her stresses for too long and now it

overseas, she had never smiled. She was certain that she 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 additional stress would tip her over and cause her to lose control of

the treatment?” Dolores was incoherent

you know Dr. Herbert very well? He is

expression and wondered if he knew something but didn’t want to tell

that you transfer your

Dolores nodded in agreement.

scratches on Jessica’s face. Her heart ached so

unstable and had the potential to cause harm to herself and others, the next of kin can only visit her during regulated visiting hours. It was as if part of

and her belongings and terminated the rental. Because she still had

bills were paid by Sampson and she felt that she

the villa. She paid the driver and got off the car with her bags. She stood for