Devoted To You

Chandler snorted, contemptuously, “What, Miss Gray doesn’t have enough money?”

Susan pursed her lips and looked at him with anxiety.

“If it’s an abortion, I will immediately arrange for the hospital to prepare an operating room and a doctor.” He once again spoke without raising his head.

Susan numbly denied, “No, it’s my … dad, he … is sick and in the hospital. I …”

Chandler did not make a sound, his eyes sneeringly skimmed over her, and then lowered his head again to do his own thing.

Susan was so stunned by his response that she didn’t know what to do. The room came to a standstill as she looked at the man in front of her and grit her teeth and kneel down.

“Tell me, what it will take to lend me the money.”

He didn’t even raise his head and spoke softly, “The child in your belly, you abort him and I’ll lend you the money immediately. One life for one life, how about that?”

Susan was startled and looked up at the person in front of her. Chandler, however, had already lowered his head, as if he had never looked up at her.

Knowing that this would be the outcome, Susan smiled bitterly. How should she choose between the life of her father and that of her child?

She reached out and patted her belly.

Her belly was still flat, and no one could have guessed that there was a two-month-old child in there.

“Is there a third one? For example, my life.” Susan looked up at the man in front of her, desperately wanting him to take pity on her.

Chandler sniffed, laughed strangely, and then said almost cruelly, “Your life, it’s not worth it!”

Susan stared at him dumbly, seemingly thinking clearly about something. With the last trace of fondness, she asked, “You really can’t tolerate this child? Even if he won’t have any place to get in your way in the future.”

“No.” He did not hesitate at all, and looking at her calm face, he added, “You are not qualified to be a mother, and instead of letting him be like you, you should have snuffed it out long ago.”

“Wow, then …” she looked down again and whispered calmly, “Then just kill him.”

This time it was Chandler’s turn to be stunned, and he wondered what had happened to this woman to turn out this way.

Susan turned to leave, but when she reached the door she stopped abruptly, “I hope you’ll do what you say you’re going to do, and you’ll pay me when this child is gone.”

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He looked disturbed.

He cupped her face and Susan still had little expression and not a single extra look.

“You’re in a hurry.” He asked idly.

Susan nodded, looking blank, “My dad will die if he doesn’t get the treatment in time.”

“Oh, what does that have to do with me?” He withdrew his hand and carelessly went back to his position.

Susan froze, and then questioned, “Do you really want to see me suffer to make you feel better?”

“I just think that you owe her everything, and I’ll get it back for her.”

“… this is ridiculous, Mr. Walker’s steadfastness makes me blush.” She covered her mouth, her eyes curved into a crescent smile.

This crazy smile seduced him like a poppy, and Chandler said, “If you can make me happy, maybe I’ll save your father.”

“And would you be happy if I jumped from here?” Susan looked at him seriously.

The seriousness almost made Chandler think she was really going to do it. Susan walked over to the landing and looked carefully at it.

“I’m telling you, if you die, I’ll take all the Gray family with you!” Chandler panicked and threw her in his arms toward the couch.

Susan did not struggle, lying rigidly on it and letting him touch her.

Looking at the chandelier overhead, Susan suddenly said, “Does that make you happy?”

He did not say anything, and until the end, he had a cold face, as if the person being toyed with was not Susan but himself.

“Come see me after the abortion.” Chandler pursed his lips; His gaze was solemn.

He was already fully dressed, but her red dress had been torn, so she could only haphazardly bring something over to cover herself.

“You pay my medical bills first.” She looked up with a straight face, and Susan got bold and began to make an offer to him.

Chandler glanced at her and laughed contemptuously, deliberately insulting her, “You’re not worth it!”

“But my father’s illness cannot be delayed.” Susan looked up and saw that Chandler was not smiling anymore, only idle.

Susan smiled miserably, “I knew it, I knew you wouldn’t help me …”

“I said I could help you when this baby is done.”

Susan thought about it and still felt that it was not quite fair.

“Since Mr. Walker doesn’t want to, I won’t force it.” She grinned her lips, like a child.

Chandler, however, wanted to say something, and finally gave her a deep look before pursing his lips again.

“I’m leaving.” He hurriedly threw down such a sentence and then left.

Who would pay attention to what was going on in the corner anymore?

Back in his office, all he could think about was Susan’s face, and even when he closed his eyes, it was her. He pinched his brow and didn’t say much, while the last glance Susan took made it seem like she had decided to do something.