Seduced by My Childhood Sweetheart’s Brother

Andrew stood by the window, his hand tightly gripping the window frame. It seemed that he was trying hard to restrain his anger. But he would glance at Queenie occasionally with eyes filled with compassion and pain.

This 20-year-old young man truly cared for Queenie.

At exactly 5:00 pm, the nurses changed their shifts. The attending nurse came over specifically to inform us that Queenie needed to eat something nutritious since she just had a miscarriage and had lost a lot of blood.

I had no idea what would be considered nutritious for her, nor did I understand how to take care of someone who had just miscarried. So, I thought about calling my mom for advice.

But Andrew stopped me. He insisted that I stayed with Queenie while he left to prepare some food at home. He said that his family had a dietician who would know what was best for Queenie.

I wanted to refuse, but there was nobody around who understood the situation. Even if I knew what would be the best food for Queenie, I wasn't sure I could prepare it properly. Ordering food outside wouldn't be the same as a home-cooked meal.

I decided not to refuse him for the sake of Queenie's health. I could always repay him in the future.

Andrew left, the ward became so quiet that

shone on Queenie's face, making her appear even

drops of tears flowed down her temples and disappeared into

emotions with Andrew around earlier. Now that he had gone back, she was letting herself cry

took the

choked out the words, as if they were coming from the depths of hell. They were filled with

that she

was she in to make the decision to abort her

apart. This silly girl traded five years of her life for a body full of pain, and now, she had to

were truly unfair, always bullying the honest

baby was five months old. The doctor said it was a girl. What a pity. You could've just given birth to her and

too. You scared me to death. What