In My Desperate Time

What?
I look at the doctor in disbelief. Then I hear him say to Frances, "Mr. Frances, do you have any other requirements? Or should
we appoint a doctor to do it?"
Now, I understand.
Most likely, this hospital is Frances’!
Damn it!
So what?
I am also a woman with human rights, how can I let him bully me like this?
"No! If you do it, I will sue your hospital!" I snort coldly and say aggressively.
However, the doctor does not seem to hear what I said and goes out directly.
Frances chuckles and says to me, "Do you think he is more afraid of you or me?"
Frances is blocking the door. Even if I want to run out, I can't have a chance. I can only look at him helplessly.
"Frances, why are you doing this? What's wrong with me taking a birth control pill?"
"You are my wife now. Don't tell me you have no obligation to give birth to a child for me?" The man raises his eyebrows and
says naturally.
When he mentions the child, all the sad memories come to my mind.
I force a smile and say to Frances, "Are you kidding me? You are such a cruel person to your own child. How can you want a
child?"
Frances is slightly stunned and expressionlessly says, "What if I want one?"
"There are no ifs. Frances, I'll never have a baby for you."
A dense sense of despair surges in my heart.

I don't know how Frances found out that I was taking the medicine. I will try my best not to have sex with him in the future. Even
if I'm forced to have sex, I will have to find an absolutely safe place to take my medicine.
However, this is not a long-term solution.
The best way is to leave him as soon as possible.
The doctor comes in from outside and takes me to have a stomach lavage.
This time, I don't resist, and I just lie on the bed like a puppet being slaughtered.
The stomach lavage is too afflicting. After this, I am already exhausted.
I think that medicine should have been washed off. I must think of a way to take another medicine as soon as possible.
I walk out with a pale face, and Frances stands outside. When he sees me walking out weakly, he hurriedly comes over to help
me.
"Go away, I don't need you to pretend to be kind to me!"
I shake off his hand angrily and walk straight out.
I've just had a stomach lavage, and I feel too sick. But who makes me feel even more disgusted is Frances.
He is the one who pulled me to lavage my stomach, and now he's pretending to care about me.
He is the one who personally killed our child, and now he's asking me to have a child for him as if nothing has happened.
Doesn't he think this is ridiculous?
Seeing that I am not feeling well, Frances sends me home and goes to the company himself.
When I enter, Sabina walks over with the child in her arms and looks at me with concern.
"Jane, what's wrong with you? Your complexion is bad."
"I'm fine. Please help me take care of the child. I want to have a good rest."
I shake my head weakly and go upstairs.

Frances’ residence is remote by the sea. The nearest pharmacy is more than an hour's drive away from here. He might discover
it once he comes back. I don't want to have another stomach lavage.
I'm hesitating if I should buy another pill. In the end, I finally come up with an idea.