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.

became so quiet that I could hear my

evening sunlight shone on Queenie's face,

tears flowed down her temples and disappeared

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

the medicine

the words, as if they were

that she was completely

despair was she in to make the

was being torn apart. This silly girl traded five years of her life for a body full of pain, and now, she had to give up the right to be

unfair, always

pity. You could've just given birth to her and

scared me to death. What if something bad had happened? How would