Chapter 21: You Finally Admit It?

By the time I woke up, I was in a hospital ward.

I wouldn't be like the heroines in romance dramas who wake up and whimper softly, gasping breathlessly and asking the person beside them, "Where am I?"

This just proves those heroines lack the most basic ability to distinguish their surroundings.

The environment of a hospital ward is too distinct, I knew without guessing.

My gaze slowly shifted to the man sitting in front of my bed with his long straight legs, wearing a finely-tailored suit.

He was staring blankly, a faint trace of concern on his handsome face.

"Hey," I called out.

He immediately lifted his head, leaned over as he saw me awake, "You really are harsh on yourself."

"Isn't it you who I'm being harsh on?" I retorted, "It's your child that I was going to abort."

"Yes," he looked at me emotionlessly, "but you were in a car accident just yesterday, and got sixteen stitches on your leg."