In My Desperate Time

When I meet her gaze, I know it’s over.
Whitney is not stupid. She immediately realizes why I’m here.
She walks to me and aggressively pulls me into a corner. She asks sternly, “You are pregnant?”
She grabs the report of B ultrasound examination in my hand, her eyes blaze with fury.
“Three months. So it was you that got pregnant last time! You said that you just came with that woman for maternity examination.
I’m so stupid to be kept in ignorance for so long. You must get rid of the child now!”
Whitney takes out her phone and calls someone, “Are you in the hospital? Go to the operating room to do an abortion. Hurry up.”
I panic and try to wrench my hand free, but I fail.
She is pregnant too, but why is she so strong?
It’s really horrible when a woman goes nuts.
But no matter what, I can’t let her hurt the baby in my belly.
“Whitney, it’s against the law for you to abort my child.” I say in a deep voice, forcing myself to calm down.
In this situation, if I panic, things will get worse.
“Against the law? Do you think I’m afraid of breaking the law? To me, it’s worse if you give birth to this child. I know it’s France’s
child, so you can’t keep it.” Whitney shouts at me. She’s rather emotional now.
I am scared of her rage and I can’t help recalling that she is mentally ill.
Calm down. I have to calm down.
I say to myself over and over again in my mind.
“I’m not a threat to you. Don’t you realize that Frances doesn’t know about my pregnancy? I’m planning to leave him. I’ll never
tell him about this child.” I say in a low voice, trying to pacify her.
She stares at me for a few seconds. It seems that she agrees with what I said, and she gradually loosens her grip.

However, she immediately grabs my wrist again.
“No, you’re afraid that Frances doesn’t want your child, so you plan to tell him after you know its gender. Right? The Louis family
will let you keep the child if it’s a boy, and Frances will marry you. Then what can I do? What about my child?”
Whitney’s head shakes slightly. She’s out of her mind.
In her eyes, I am a great threat to her. No matter what I say, she won’t believe me.
“I won’t do that. Believe me. I have never thought about marrying Frances. I keep the child just because it’s innocent. I can’t bear
to abort it. You’re pregnant too, so you must understand my feelings. There’s no need for you to...”
“Enough! Stop! No matter what you say, the child can’t be kept!”
As Whitney speaks, she grabs my arm tightly.
I’m weak and she has someone else to help her. If I am taken to the operating room, I might lose the child.
Now, there seems to be only one way.
I bit my lip and say to Whitney in a deep voice, “Whitney, I heard what you and Lawrence said the other day.”