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.

quiet that

evening sunlight shone on Queenie's face, making her appear even paler

eyes closed, but two drops of tears flowed down her temples and

her emotions with Andrew around earlier. Now that he had gone back,

the medicine

a while. She choked out the words, as if they were coming from the depths of hell. They were

seemed that she

was she in to make the decision to abort her own

years of her life for a body full

heavens were truly unfair, always bullying

you're really foolish. The baby was five months old. The doctor said it was a girl. What a pity. You could've just given birth to her and I'd help you raise

me to death. What if something bad