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

The doctor’s words that day still echoed in her mind. All she heard was the doctor’s heartless voice, “Your brother is already hopeless…”

The tears that welled up in her eyes fell.

She hugged Jessica tightly, “Jeremy is in school, I’ll bring him to see you next time.”

Jessica’s mind was a bit chaotic. She nodded in confusion and stopped talking.

Dolores wiped the tears off her face and smiled, “Mom, what do you want to eat? I’ll buy it for you.”

Jessica did not say a word and her hands were circling her knees. This was a sign of having insecurity.

When Dolores spoke to her, she just stared blankly somewhere. Her vision was unfocused and her eyes looked empty.

“Mom…” Dolores grabbed her shoulder and shook, “Talk to me, look at me. I’m Lola, your daughter.”

Just now Jessica obviously could recognize her. She even called her by her name.

Dolores could not accept Jessica’s memory confusion as she remembered at an uncertain time and would forget not long after.

“Don’t do this.” The nurse who patrolled saw that Dolores was quite agitated so she came in to stop her.

Dolores looked at the nurse, “Is my mother’s condition getting serious?”

“Psychiatric patients are normally like this.” The nurse looked at the clock, “The visiting time is almost up, you shouldn’t get too emotional in front of the patient as it will affect the patient.”

Dolores nodded, “I understood.”

Dolores told Jessica about the memories of the past. Dolores was drawn into the state of recalling her memories.

It was only when the visiting time ended and the nurse called her that she regained her presence of mind. She looked at Jessica, not willing to leave, “Mom, I’ll come to see you again after a few days.”

“Lola.” When Dolores walked to the door, Jessica suddenly made a sound. Dolores turned her body and found that Jessica was not looking at her.

Jessica froze and looked somewhere, soliloquizing, “My daughter, Lola is pregnant. The child has no father, what should she do in the future?”

She cried as she said that.

her heart was burned by fire. She felt excruciating

that she could not contain her emotions.

the bench in the

Sampson walked over in his white

Dolores stood up.

shoulder, which meant

Sampson sat next to her, “You saw it,

were clasped

a too big blow and if her condition reaches the worst condition it’ll be very serious. She will selectively forget some memories, especially the things that make her filled with agony. Therefore, she will have

that Jeremy had passed away, and asked why I

her arm, “Don’t cry, I’m here. Don’t need to worry, I’ll take good care of

bowed her head

a while and finally chose to express his thought, “Lola, when the agreement you have done with Matthew reaches the end, let me take care

at Sampson, startled,

be too sudden for you to accept this. You already know me for a long time, I’m not a bad man, I just want to take care of you. You have to consider for the sake of the child in your

to this point. If she still did not understand, she

just treated Sampson as a

worry, I’ll treat him as if he’s my child.” Sampson looked

after a long time, “Sampson, I,

in a hurry.” Sampson looked at her, “Have you ever thought about the fact that after the child is born when he asks you where is his father in the future, how should you reply? I’m a psychologist, I know that a child growing up in a single-parent family will have character defects. So, think about it meticulously for the sake of

of relaxation. Jessica’s illness was likely very hard to recover. Moreover, Dolores had no money, if she gave birth to her child, he could imagine how difficult her future life

wanted to take care of her from the bottom of

She admitted that Sampson’s words were right.

But…

not easy for her to accept

child was not

he was not from an ordinary

“Lola…”

quickly interrupted him, took out a stack of money from her bag and handed it to him, “The medical bill

stack of money and his face slowly darkened, “Was this

her head, “No,

didn’t tell

That was a heartless man,

“Lola…”