"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 there was no right

and now, she

punishment for being such a terrible

normal for him to

would never feel guilty about

want the

give birth

know what your life would be like if you did?" Quinton clenched his fists, stopping himself from

don't care if you hate or resent me; the most rational thing

same." "Demon! You're an

his cheek and

also glad it didn't have to suffer being born into such a

as its father!" Joanne's slap was hard because it was filled with her years of anger and resentment, and Quinton's face tilted

as he said coldly, "Yeah, it

it and helped

would hate me for making you give birth to it." "Shut up..."

"Stop talking.

don't want to hear

the last bit of feelings I

be uncomfortable if you don't." Quinton stared at Joanne

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