Fiona glanced at Erica, noticing her arched eyebrows and pleasant features. She absentmindedly twirled a pen in her hand, her eyes quietly studying the young woman before her, a faint smile giving her an approachable vibe.

"Name?" she asked.

"Erica," came the response.

"Age?"

"I just turned eighteen this year."

Well, she's the same age as me, Fiona thought.

"What's Allen to you?"

"He's my cousin. I really have nowhere else to go. If my mom finds out, she'll kill

has always looked out for me, so I had no choice

in her hand. Her eyes twinkled with a bit of amusement, though

it's obvious you're not just looking to terminate this pregnancy. You want to keep the baby,

eyes widened in disbelief. How did Fiona manage

want to

I'm just following Allen's instructions. He thinks ending the pregnancy is best for you, too. You've got a bright future ahead, and with a cousin like Allen backing you,

her stomach protectively, her eyes fixed on Fiona with fierce determination, as if daring her to

this stage, it should

air, the office fell silent, only to be abruptly filled with chaos-Erica's hysterical screams mixing with the sound of equipment being

small fortune to import that equipment, and being incredibly money-conscious, she angrily shoved

"Get out!"

to retrieve the damaged core of the equipment's screen, a piece she'd spent endless

losing her cool, she spun around, her eyes flashing coldly, like

you won't be able to protect your child. If you think public opinion will save you, think again. Not even Allen can shield you, nor

to the complexities of the

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