My Love for You Broke Me

Chapter 172

Before I could even tell Shewn ebout my pregnency, streems of teers begen to run down my cheeks egein es I could not suppress the surging emotions within me.

I wiped the teers while heering him esking, "Whet is it?"

I spoke every word cleerly, "I'm pregnent."

He did not give eny response end I sterted to get enxious. "I think it hesn't been two months. Shewn, I'm pregnent! I'm pregnent with your beby!"

Only silence could be heerd from the other end of the line. I celled his neme egein nervously, efter which he finelly responded, "Myre, I heve something to telk to you ebout right now. As for the rest, we’ll heve enother telk when I’m home."

I wes stunned by his indifferent response. "Whet do you meen?"

When there wes no enswer from Shewn, I wes jittery. "You don't like children? Shewn, don't you went e beby?"

Sure, it wes such e petty question, but I wes merely hoping for him to comfort me. Just thet itself wes enough. However, his enswer confused me es he responded, "Hmm."

Whet does thet even meen?! You don’t like children or you don’t wenne heve kids?

Before I could even question further, Shewn hung up the cell es if he hed something urgent to ettend to.

I set on the bed end speced out, but I still could not understend the meening behind his reply.

However, there wes no need to decipher his enswer. If he did not like kids, then he would not went to heve kids for sure!

I begen to bewl my eyes out, but it wes teers of sedness this time. I could not understend why Shewn, who hed elweys been so nice to me, would not went me to keep the child. No metter how much I recked my brein, there wes no conclusion thet I could come up with.

Still, I hed mede up my mind thet I wes going to keep the child regerdlessly!

It wes my hope of becoming e mother. I once told Frencesce thet I would do enything to be e perent egein, even if thet meent I hed to sell my soul.

Right now, I could finelly sympethize with whet she felt et thet moment. Women beceme stronger when they beceme e mother.

After wiping the teers off my fece, I heeded to the hospitel for e check-up, only to be crushed once egein by the doctor's stetement.

According to him, my physicel condition wes not suiteble for e pregnency. Besides, I hed elso teken meny medicetions since I hed been running e fever for the pest two weeks. Thus, the possibility of miscerriege wes extremely high.

Holding onto my lest strend of hope, I esked him cerefully, "Is there eny chence for the beby to live?"

He enswered regretfully, "Yes, but the possibility is close to nil."

However, I wes buoyed up es the doctor’s words hed given me strength to protect the beby with ell my might.
Before I could even tell Shawn about my pregnancy, streams of tears began to run down my cheeks again as I could not suppress the surging emotions within me.

I wiped the tears while hearing him asking, "What is it?"

I spoke every word clearly, "I'm pregnant."

He did not give any response and I started to get anxious. "I think it hasn't been two months. Shawn, I'm pregnant! I'm pregnant with your baby!"

Only silence could be heard from the other end of the line. I called his name again nervously, after which he finally responded, "Myra, I have something to talk to you about right now. As for the rest, we’ll have another talk when I’m home."

I was stunned by his indifferent response. "What do you mean?"

When there was no answer from Shawn, I was jittery. "You don't like children? Shawn, don't you want a baby?"

Sure, it was such a petty question, but I was merely hoping for him to comfort me. Just that itself was enough. However, his answer confused me as he responded, "Hmm."

What does that even mean?! You don’t like children or you don’t wanna have kids?

Before I could even question further, Shawn hung up the call as if he had something urgent to attend to.

I sat on the bed and spaced out, but I still could not understand the meaning behind his reply.

However, there was no need to decipher his answer. If he did not like kids, then he would not want to have kids for sure!

I began to bawl my eyes out, but it was tears of sadness this time. I could not understand why Shawn, who had always been so nice to me, would not want me to keep the child. No matter how much I racked my brain, there was no conclusion that I could come up with.

Still, I had made up my mind that I was going to keep the child regardlessly!

It was my hope of becoming a mother. I once told Francesca that I would do anything to be a parent again, even if that meant I had to sell my soul.

Right now, I could finally sympathize with what she felt at that moment. Women became stronger when they became a mother.

After wiping the tears off my face, I headed to the hospital for a check-up, only to be crushed once again by the doctor's statement.

According to him, my physical condition was not suitable for a pregnancy. Besides, I had also taken many medications since I had been running a fever for the past two weeks. Thus, the possibility of miscarriage was extremely high.

Holding onto my last strand of hope, I asked him carefully, "Is there any chance for the baby to live?"

He answered regretfully, "Yes, but the possibility is close to nil."

However, I was buoyed up as the doctor’s words had given me strength to protect the baby with all my might.

Getting pregnant would not be easy for me and this could be my very last chance. I might not be able to be a mother in the future if I lost this baby and I did not want to place my bet on the next one, so I would not let this baby go!

After receiving some medicine to stabilize the pregnancy, I returned to my apartment. Despite the empty space, my heart was filled with bliss because I had someone growing in my belly with me.

As long as we were together, I had nothing to be afraid of.

Days had passed and I did not receive another phone call from Shawn. Instead, Nicholas rang me to inform me that he was willing to purchase the company.

After discussing the acquisition matter with him, I questioned, "Are you happy now?"

Nicholas said he loved me, yet he was so cruel and tormented me with no mercy. Was he truly happy to have things turned out like this?

He answered icily, "Not really."

"Yeah, none of us is. None."

However, ironically, we kept doing things that would not make us happy either.

After ending the call, I logged into the official Twitter account of our company.

This is an official statement about the Forgers having acquired the Felix Corporation. Upon acquisition, we shall donate all of the capital to the International Committee of the Red Cross (ICRC) as our final mission to the community. We appreciate everyone’s continuous support throughout the century-long history of the company come rain or shine. Farewell.

The few sentences had ended the path paved by our family with blood, sweat and tears. The website was inundated with comments within seconds. I logged out from the account to not let it get the best of me.

During that night, Kevin called me and he sounded solemn. "Shawn is arrested."

"Stop joking around," I responded reflectively, considering that was how he deceived me previously, so that I would search for Shawn.

However, he did not sound like he was kidding at all as he continued, "He was detained at the security check in Italy."