Back to Love: A New Beginning
Chapter 72

Chapter 72:.

At this moment, I felt very sorry for the girl in front of me.

Since I came here under the pretense of offering advice as an experienced woman who ‘gave birth’, I figured I should say something about it.

The truth is that my experience in this regard was limited up to the 20th week of pregnancy. But, even so, I was a few years older than she was and had experienced much more than she had.

Throughout the whole process, she was as serious as a student listening to a teacher’s lecture. She also seemed somewhat ignorant and had realized she had made a mistake, but she was trying to be a good mother.

She had no heart to hurt someone like her. I had experienced pain before. It gave me an instinctive empathy for pregnant women, especially someone as pitiful as this lady.

“Don’t you want to marry the father of your child? Your baby will need a father in the future,” I commented kindly.

The lady lowered her head and fiddled with her fingers, seemingly dejected. Soon her eyes filled with tears.

“Of course I want to marry him! But I have to accept my fate.” Such words should never have come from a young lady like her.

She was only eighteen, but she had already accepted her fate. How cruel she must be. At that moment, a telephone rang in the corner of the sofa. The ringtone sounded very familiar, as it was from Derek’s phone.

After lifting up one of the cushions, Derek’s phone appeared.

He picked it up and said, “Derek, you left your phone at my house.”

I stood up, agitated and wanting to escape. However, the lady said to Derek, “Oh, you don’t need to come back to get it. Your assistant is here right now. Let me get it for you.”

I wasn’t sure what Derek had said on the phone, but I saw her look at me in surprise. I assumed my lie had been exposed.

After she hung up the phone, she looked at me and asked, “I guess your name is Eveline. Derek is coming over. He asked you to wait for him here.”

Naturally, I wasn’t going to wait for him here. I didn’t want to see him at the moment. Now that I had found out the truth, I didn’t have the courage to face him.

So I grabbed my bag and ran out the door, ignoring the lady’s efforts to call me. I rushed down the stairs as fast as my legs could carry me, and almost dropped my shoes.

As soon as I got downstairs, I saw Derek’s car heading for the community gate.

Once again, I hid under the stairs, and didn’t come out until I heard him come up.

After leaving the community, I received a call from him. But I refused his attempts to call me and took a bus.

He kept calling me, but I kept hanging up. He kept calling, but each time I rejected his call.

Soon I found myself circling outside through the glass window. The truth was that my heart was broken.

Finally, I picked up the phone and typed a message. “You need to man up and take responsibility. Let’s get a divorce.”

I typed and deleted this message several times. Finally, I closed my eyes and decided to send the message. Then, I immediately turned off the phone.

Finally, everything was quiet.

Some situations in life can repeat themselves. Fortunately, it was not the first time I experienced ups and downs. But I was still hurting, because this time, I really loved this man.

Last night, I texted Brenna and asked her to take over my shift for the morning. Therefore, I was on night duty today.

At night, the door to the administration building was locked, so I didn’t have to worry about Derek coming to the hospital to see me.

However, my mind was plagued with chaotic thoughts throughout the night and I could not calm down.

So many things were going through my mind. From the first time I met him, to this very moment. Even though we hadn’t spent that much time together, I felt like I had lived a world of adventures, and it was all still so vivid in my mind.

In particular, the days I spent at Qinben were probably the happiest I had ever experienced.

I now understood why Derek could confidently reply to his grandfather that he could soon expect a grandchild.

After being accustomed to his love, care and protection, I suddenly realized that deceit and betrayal lay beneath those seemingly great things.

Any woman would suffer if she went through the same experiences I did.

The coworker who worked with me during the night shift was so bored that she kept chatting with me. I, however, was in no mood to talk. I couldn’t even force myself to pretend to be happy.

Perhaps noticing that I preferred not to talk at that moment, my colleague stopped talking to me. Soon she lay down in the chair next to mine and fell asleep.

I sat there all night, feeling restless and unable to feel sleepy.

Around eight o’clock in the morning, my colleagues arrived for their shift.

Exhausted and exhausted, I left the hospital.

There were not many people in the hospital at the time, so I could easily see someone standing at the entrance of the hospital.

It was the pregnant lady from earlier. I wondered why she was here so early. “Miss Stone?” she called out as soon as she saw me, as if she had been expecting me.

The moment she finished speaking, a familiar face appeared in front of me to block my path.

What were they going to do, why did they have to make the situation so awkward?

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