Chapter 1547 Do Not Want The Child

Sonia rejected the call and shoved her phone back into her bag. She even intentionally turned the device off as she did.

Harvey was worried about her when he saw that but was thoughtful enough to not ask about it. He opened the door to his car silently and let her go in.

During the ride, he occasionally glanced at her. Her head was leaning against the car window. She looked as though something was weighing on her mind. His lips parted, but he ultimately didn't say what he was thinking.

Even though they had already done the deed, and she was carrying his child, they weren't at all familiar with each other. Therefore, he didn't feel it appropriate to ask her about her personal matters. If he asked, he might accidentally scare her away.

Upon reaching the apartment, Harvey knew Sonia really wanted to meet Arielle, so he immediately brought her to Arielle's room and knocked on the door.

It wasn't until Arielle allowed them to come in verbally that he opened the door to let Sonia in.

"You really are still alive, Ms. Moore!" Sonia got so emotional that her eyes were turning red when she saw Arielle alive and well. She speedily gave Arielle a hug and choked out, "I really thought you were dead. You have no idea how sad I was. I'm so glad you're still alive."

Arielle knew Sonia was truly worried about her. The edges of her lips curved upward.

"Why are you crying? I'm fine, aren't I? It's just that my situation has forced me to hide." She patted Sonia's head.

Sonia let her go and stared at her with concern. "Where are you hurt? Have you recovered?"

"I'll recover soon enough," Arielle replied as her line of sight shifted to Sonia's abdomen. "What do you plan to do with the child?"

Harvey, who had been on his way back with a cup of water, instantly paused in his tracks when he heard that question. He stopped right outside the room door, wanting to hear the answer as well. Sonia lowered her head as she thought about how to answer that sensitive question.

Her fingers were holding onto the edges of her shirt while there was a lost look in her eyes. "I-I don't know."

Back when she first found out that she was pregnant, she had been scared and worried. However, that night, as she caressed her belly, a magical feeling washed over her as she realized her body was nurturing and growing a new life. If no accidents occurred, it would only take eight more months before she could meet with that new life.

However, she was unsure if she could handle the responsibility of raising a child.

Currently, the father of her child had learned she was pregnant. She didn't know what his opinion of the child was—whether he wanted to raise the child together with her or ask her to abort it. "You better think through this carefully, Sonia. If you don't want the child, you should abort it as soon as possible. It'll be better for your body, and you'll recover sooner," Arielle advised.

She didn't want Sonia to give birth to the child because the life of a single mother was too difficult. Additionally, due to Sonia's identity, her parents and grandparents wouldn't be able to accept the fact that she got pregnant before marriage as she would become a single mother.

"I did think about keeping the child, but that was just a fleeting thought," Sonia uttered as she raised her head to meet Arielle's eyes and smiled bitterly. "However, I don't have the courage to keep it. I don't know if I can endure the consequences of giving birth to this baby. Not only will I be going through hardship as a single mother, but I also don't know if I can even provide it with a comfortable life. If I can't, then why should I give birth to it and let it suffer with me?"

"Then abort it!" Arielle narrowed her eyes.

Harvey couldn't hold back anymore when he heard that.

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