No One But You

Chapter 14 He Was Not the Father of My Kid

I didn't have much money left after I got a cab and went to the emergency room.

I called Daniel. It was he who caused me to be like this. Although I hated him, I would not be so lofty as

not to use him.

He immediately picked me up in his car outside the hospital.

On the left cheek were the five fingerprints, which was a bruise.

Daniel was not a handsome boy.

He was not clever, and he had an ordinary family, but he was not satisfied unexpectedly after marrying

me.

He got out of the car and pulled the door open for me gallantly. I stopped him from bending over to

fasten my seat belt. "Get out of my way."

He moved moodily back into the driver's seat and looked at me ruefully instead of starting the car.

"What is wrong with you?" he said, “The man keeps you with good condition, so that you can take care

of the fetus, but you hung out with Calvin. Who is he? He is a playboy!"

No matter from his tone, I didn't think Daniel had sent me to Calvin's bed. Moreover, Daniel didn't seem

to like Calvin.

"Don’t you want me to have the baby? It would be good for the baby if I bonded with the father." I

looked at him.

His expression was strangely strange.

This was a person's most direct expression and should not be faked.

"What are you talking about?”

I didn't want to play charade with him anymore, plus I hadn't had dinner until now and I got hurt, and my

mood was at bottom, so I screamed at him hysterically, "Tell me! Is Calvin the father of my child?"

Daniel was shocked with his eyes widened, “What are you talking about? Why is the Calvin the father

of your child?"

I can't show him my cufflink because I didn't have them with me.

And, suddenly, I felt a little weak in the evidence that the cufflinks alone proved he was the father of my

child.

For a moment I was speechless.

Daniel was excited, “Oh, I understand, no wonder you want to get close to Calvin, you thought Calvin is

your child's father!"

I slumped back in my chair, as if the backbone of my body was gradually pulled away.

I didn't even bother to ask him. Judging from his expression, the answer must be no.

I leaned back in the chair for a while, opened my eyes and said to Daniel, "Drive or not?"

He started the car. While driving, he rambled, “Josephine, you have been stubborn for half a lifetime. I

admit that I am sorry to you, but I cannot help. We are all ordinary people. He had a crush on you. If I

do not do that, we are now death. But don't worry, they said once you had the baby, they wouldn't do us

any harm. And I'll forget it ever happened, and I'll love you just as much.”

He said, holding my hands.

I shook off his hand at once, and felt sick when he touched me.

Nothing had happened?

Of course he could pretend it had never happen, but me, I would have a baby, which was a piece of

flesh fell from my body. How could I pretend it had never happened?

He was not angry that I shook him off. Daniel had a good temper and would never be angry.

I thought he had a good temper and could tolerate me.

But now I felt that temper was not important. The most important thing was the heart.

I can't see what was in his warm heart.

But I was sure he was a chicken.

Someone's got a crush on his wife, and he dropped his wife off in their bed.

I was not a commodity. How could he?

But he didn't even have the guts to clarify things for me in front of his mother.

I was really cold in heart to him.

"Stop the car." I said coldly and unfastened my seat belt.

"We're not there yet!" He panicked when he saw that I was going to open the door. He hurried to stop

the car in the side of the road, “What are you doing?"

“I don't want you to send me. I don't want to see you again from today. I felt sick about you." I got off

and slammed the door.

I stepped forward in high heels.

Daniel y caught up with me in his car, stuck his head out of the window and shouted to me, "Josephine,

is because you are pregnant, and you are sick?"

I stopped, turned my head, and shouted, "Fuck off!"

There were many wicked people in the world, but some bad people had their pattern.

But Daniel had not. He was disgusting. ConTEent bel0ngs to Nôv(e)lD/rama(.)Org .

It made me sick.

I managed to get back to the villa. I was about to break my feet.

When I was back to the villa, I asked Stella to carry me water to wash my feet.

I didn't usually wear high heels, but today I walked a long way in them.

Then I had a diner

Stella and Bennett helped me lift the bucket to the restaurant, I soaked feet while eating.

I forgot all worried when I used phone while I was eating.

I forgot to chew a big chunk of braised pork in my mouth.

That video of Elena and I wearing the same clothes made the headlines.

I had been a reporter for three years. And I became heat on the first day I became a secretary to

Calvin.

I read the comments, which was malicious. They scolded me.

Did I eat their rice or wear their clothes? Did it matter to them if I rob a man?

I ate up a table of dishes while watching this kind of news. I admired myself being heartless.

After eating and taking a bath, I lay on the sofa and watched TV.

Stella sat on one side to help me cut fruit. There were a lot of fruit in the white big plate. And she gave

me the fruit with delicate fork.

I lay and watched TV while eating fruit.

I knew that Instead of being treated like a VIP, I was now a surrogate mother, which was equivalent of a

captive pet. I had my value.

By the time my value ran out, I would be thrown away.

So while I can be used, I enjoyed what I deserved.

"I want durian." I said to Stella.

"We don’t have it. I'll buy one tomorrow." Stella said immediately.

"HMM." I was quite satisfied with having everything I want.

But I was not going to live this good life any longer.

On the way back, I had made up my mind.

I was going to abort the baby.

No matter who that person was, I won't let him succeed.

He wanted me to give him a baby, don’t ever think about it.

I wouldn't be a birth machine even if I were to die.

But I had no money.

I asked Stella, “Did Secretary Frank leave pocket money to me?"

Stella and Bennett looked at each other, and then shook their heads, “Secretary Frank only gives us

money to buy food every day."

What a jerk! I was worse than a canary.