"Yeah, I guess I overestimated myself.

I don't know you well." Joanne gazed at the man she both loved and hated.

"If I knew you well, I would have left you ages ago.

I wouldn't have had to suffer, and that pitiful child wouldn't have had to die.

I also could have been a mother, but it's impossible now..." "That child should have never been born.

If you gave birth to the baby, it would have been torture for you.

I saved you from that, so why do you hate me this much?" Quinton's gaze was icy, and there was no regret in his tone.

If he did have any regrets, it would be that he didn't get rid of the child in a way where Joanna wouldn't have found out about it.

"Yeah, you're right.

You're never wrong.

Even now, you feel that you're just doing the best for me." Joanne closed her eyes, tears flowing down her cheeks.

it because

murder, and now, she could

punishment for being

so it was normal for

feel guilty

I want

just wanted to give

you did?"

if you hate or resent me; the most rational thing

would do the same." "Demon! You're

hand off his cheek and slapped

didn't have to suffer being born into such a

a cruel man as its father!" Joanne's slap was hard because it was filled with her years of anger and resentment, and

didn't change as he said coldly, "Yeah, it

killed it and

had, it would hate me for making you give birth to

"Stop talking.

want

to lose the last bit of feelings I have." "It's fine, just hate

you don't." Quinton stared at Joanne

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