Let Love Takes Away All This Pain By Jenna Writes

Chapter 5: Abort It

Alva was watched like a hawk and her every movement was followed.

She knew that her mother-in-law was afraid she would take the baby with her.

That's because she kept denying the existence of this child.

She panicked.

She knew full well that she could not have this child.

No matter what she said, she had no control over the

matter.

Regardless of how scared she was, Uriah would still come back.

Early the next morning, Uriah arrived at the ward.

He was wearing a suit, with a coat draped over his arm. He was handsome, and his aura was outstanding.

He appeared in front of her just like that.

As Alva looked at him, she felt like a lifetime had passed.

Her guards left and closed the ward door behind them. Uriah grabbed a stool and sat at the bedside.

With his legs crossed, the aura of a calm and collected CEO

was on full display.

Alva subconsciously sat up and reached out to take the coat in his hand and hang it up.

This was a habit that had been ingrained in her muscle memory over the course of a year.

But her hand froze in the air as Uriah placed his coat at the

end of the bed.

The man looked at her stomach, "So, you're pregnant?"

His tone was casual, as if it was everyday conversation.

Alva withdrew her hand and curled her fingers into a fist. She bowed her head, "No, the diagnosis was wrong."

Even then, she still continued to deny that she was

pregnant.

Uriah's gaze fell on her face. After looking at her for a minute, he said, "Abort it."

Abort it...

Alva's eyes widened in disbelief as she looked at Uriah.

This was his child. How could he tell her to abort it so

easily?

No, she was not pregnant.

Alva shook her head, "I... I'm not pregnant..."

She clenched the covers tightly. Her nails dug into her skin,

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and she gripped so hard that her knuckles turned white.

But even then, she still breathed heavily and her body trembled.

She took a deep breath, suppressed her wildly agitated emotions, steadied her rapidly beating heart, and enunciated each word with unmistakable determination, "Uriah, I'm not pregnant." "Trust me."

Uriah looked at her for a long time, then got up, "I'll arrange for a doctor. You get some rest."

The man got up to leave. He stood up straight, and his sturdy back seemed so trustworthy, but he said such cruel and heartless words.

The corners of Alva's eyes turned red, and her nails broke.

"I want this child. His last name will be Gellar, not Irwin. He will have nothing to do with the Irwin Family. Uriah, will that be okay?"

She knew how unreasonable and nonsensical her demands

were to Uriah.

But she couldn't do it. She really couldn't let the child be aborted.

This was their child.

A child with his bloodline...

Uriah lifted his head slightly, and a cold shiver suddenly ran down her spine.

"Alva, you're not being sensible."

All was silent in the ward.

Alva looked at him with red-rimmed eyes.

She asked, as if with all her strength, "Uriah, just this once, can't I be unreasonable?"

"No."

Alva fell back on the bed, tears sliding down her face.

This past year, he had treated her ridiculously well. Everyone said that she must have racked up a lot of good karma in her last life in order to marry such a wonderful man, and she thought so too. But who would have thought that the person who once doted on her beyond comparison would be so heartless to her at this moment?

All dreams come to an end someday.

Don't take them seriously.

If you do, you will lose.