She Would Rather be Dead!

T/W: Violence and R****

Mrs. Fujihara ordered the attendant to just leave the room alone. The man swiftly abid to her. 

Her long legs gracefully strode to the opposite side of the table. The middle-aged lady's elegance was a stark contrast to when she landed a slap on Himari's face a few weeks ago.

"I won't beat around the bush," A sneer curled up on Mrs. Fujihara's face after she sat in front of Himari, "You're pregnant right now, aren't you? Abort it."

Stunned by the rude words, Himari frowned.

"You don't have a say if I want to raise this child or not," retort Himari defensively.

True enough, this vicious woman knew of the pregnancy. She might have been secretly being wary of whatever Himari was doing every day.

Mrs. Fujihara ignored Himari's words as if she didn't hear anything. She opened her bag and threw a bank card at Himari. The card landed next to the water glass.