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Patricia let Wesley and Lydia acted in collusion with each other, and she covered her belly for protection. There seemed to be no way for her to get rid of the two. She lived with her dad, mom and sister in her family, but for all these years, she had always felt so lonely.

The birth of the fatherless baby might ruin her reputation, which she couldn't care less as long as she was not alone anymore. She had to stay, for the baby! Seeing that, Miranda halted the doctor and gave him a gift card. "Doctor, we can't keep the baby because we don't know who the father is. Please help us."

The doctor refused the card and looked at Patricia, whose forehead was covered with sweats while she was resisting, and kept protecting her belly carefully at the same time. The doctor watched her for a while, and was finally touched by the woman's resistance to keep the baby alive and her great maternity.

The doctor stepped forward, and then he dragged Wesley away and pulled Patricia into his arm.

"Sorry, I'm afraid no one can make the decision for her as long as she doesn't agree."

Patricia looked up at the doctor. For the first time in her life, she found the white uniform gown so amiable.

Wesley was provoked when he heard what the doctor said.

"No one? We're her family! I'm her father! Why can't we make the decision for her?"

Miranda nodded to Wesley and added, "That's right. We're doing this for her good! The fetus has to be removed now!"

Lydia tried to persuade the doctor from a different perspective. "Think about it, doctor... if you had a fiancée with a baby whose father is unknown, will you accept her?"

The doctor looked at Patricia. The woman was leaning on him weakly, but her expression looked so firm. Then he replied, "If I love her, I will accept what she had, including her baby, even if the baby is not mine. Is that clear?"

His answer stunned the three people present.

Patricia was deeply touched. For a moment, tears almost rolled off her eyes. Her real family pushed her into a desperate situation, while she was comforted and encouraged by a stranger.

"Well, since she doesn't want to, we should just let her." Miranda pulled Wesley's hand gently from behind, trying to give her husband a hint.

Lydia noticed that lots of paparazzi had gathered around them. The Coleman Group's reputation would be seriously damaged if the abortion attracted public attention.

Lydia nodded to Wesley and said, "That's right, Dad. We should go home for further discussion."

Wesley swallowed his anger and glared at Patricia. "Forget about the abortion! Now get the hell out of here and let's go home."

Patricia bit her lips and then caught up with her family. A warm hand gently grabbed her hand. She was halted and had to look back.

"Remember, always try your best to protect your baby. That alone makes you a qualified mother." Then he released her wrist. He was smiling.

Patricia clenched the other hand on her belly. She had gained lots of courage from the doctor. Now that God had made her a mother, she would try her best to protect her baby!

Back at home, Wesley grabbed Patricia's arms rudely and threw her on the sofa.

Patricia turned herself over so she could let her back fall on the sofa first, her hands covered tightly on her belly.

"Patricia! Do you really have to give birth to the baby and destroy our family?" Wesley was even more furious when he saw how hard Patricia tried to protect her baby. Patricia felt as if he had dragged her hair off.

Miranda patted Wesley and sat down next to Patricia. Then she gently tucked her daughter's hair.

"Patricia, we just want you to be happy. This baby will be your burden because you don't even know who the father is. Keeping it will keep you away from a happy life."

Patricia clenched her palm into a fist and said, "Mom! My baby is not a burden! How could I marry Dustin? I don't love him at all! He doesn't love me either! Why do you have to force me?"

Miranda kept persuading Patricia, "Your sister will take charge of the Coleman Group in the future. You're sisters, and you should help each other."

"Sisters? Helping each other?" Patricia knew her mother wanted nothing but her sister's success, even if it means she had to be sacrificed. So she sneered, "This is so typical. You made me sacrifice for her regardless of my opinion. Now you want to manipulate my marriage? You want to pave her way to success while ruin my happiness?"

Bah! Miranda raised her hand and slapped Patricia's face. The old woman looked so disappointed.

"How dare you talk to your father and mother like this? We've sacrificed so much to raise you up! You're a fashion design major! What kind of company would hire you? How could we let you take over the group?"

Red fingerprints emerged on Patricia's face, and she raised her head to look at her parents. There was a time when she used to having fingerprints on her face, but usually, those prints came from her father. Today the fresh mark was left by her mother.

"Mom, don't be ridiculous. You're the one who made me choose that major! You asked Lydia to study financial management! You've chosen her as your heir from the very beginning! I was raised up to be her tool that you could use at any time? Isn't that true?"

Patricia's accusation was from the very bottom of her heart. Her father and mother hesitated and were surprised at what she said.

Obviously, Patricia had uncovered their dirtiest thought.

They were wondering why the obedient little girl suddenly became so smart. They didn't know that Patricia was actually way smarter than her sister.

Lydia had always been a calculating girl. She switched her IQ test results with Patricia's when they were young.