Without a hint of sympathy or regret, I looked at her as if she were a stranger.
She tried to reach for my hand, but I pulled away.
Finally, she spoke in a hoarse voice, "I'm sorry, but I have to keep this baby!"
Honestly, whether she had this child or not was none of my business.
Our divorce wasn't solely because of this child.
I shook my head and walked past her.
I heard her shout at my back, "Don't worry, I'll come find you after I have this baby!"
At first, I couldn't understand what she meant, but two months later, it all became clear.
One day after work, I received a call from Seraphina.
She said Melody was in the hospital with severe bleeding, and the baby couldn't be saved.
She wanted to see me.
Initially, I didn't want to bother, but considering she had no family left in this world, I decided to visit her at the hospital out of compassion.
"How is she doing?" I asked Seraphina when I arrived at the hospital.