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I send the ultrasound report to Elliot, "Honey, we finally have a baby."
After ten years of IVF, this day has finally come.
But what I receive is Elliot's cold response, "Desmond, we're not keeping this baby."
The reason is he's afraid his childhood sweetheart, devastated by her recent miscarriage, couldn't bear the news of someone else having a child. He doesn't want to trigger her painful memories.
I can't believe it. Crying, I call him many times.
As soon as he picks up, he's impatient, "Why are you overreacting? It's just a baby. Summer lost hers too, didn't she? Either terminate the pregnancy or get a divorce. Your choice."
Summer's tearful voice comes through the phone, "Desmond, Elliot's just talking nonsense for my sake. It's my bad luck to blame. Don't be mad at him, blame me if you must."
I turn off my phone, laughing weakly. If I have to choose, I'll choose neither.Later, Summer, with her protruding belly, said to me with a smug look, "It was just a joke back then. I didn't expect Elliot to take it seriously. Desmond, you're not going to be a sore loser, are you?"
I smiled nonchalantly, "A leopard can't change its spots. It's not surprising."

You are my only

Elliot's face darkened even more with the uncomfortable disparity. He gritted his teeth, "It must be him. Desmond, you betrayed me first. Don't blame me!"


Levi noticed my bad mood, "Hey, don't cry."


Just as I was about to ask why he showed up, my phone rang. It was HR from Skyler.


"Desmond, I just got word that your return-to-work application might be delayed a bit. You should just keep resting for now. We'll be in touch later."


Levi was right next to me and heard everything clearly. He snatched the phone and demanded, "Why? Is there something wrong with Desmond? What's Skyler up to?"


I quickly grabbed the phone back, said I understood, and hung up.


I forced a smile, "Don't mess up my job, alright? I'm still waiting to go back."


Seeing my poor mood, he wanted to say something but held back. He just patted my shoulder and said cryptically, "Don't worry, leave it to me."


Chapter 8