"Ella, please don't blame me. Just as I would never blame you for that night.

  Don't you remember that you said you wished I'd listen to you more? I promise you, I will. And I'll be better to you after we take care of this. I'll do whatever you want me to.

  Ella, I love you……"

  Samuel mumbled in her ears softly until he heard her steady breath. Then he got out of the bed and tucked Ella in before leaving the nursery room.

  Ella was pretending to be in sound sleep, and as soon as Samuel left, she opened her eyes.

  There was both sorrow and hatred oozing from her eyes in the dark.

  She hated Samuel for choosing not to believe her.

  They had their ups and downs before, and she didn't care to fuss about them, for they were all trifles. However, he had turned his back on her on such an important matter.

  What else could she say or do? To find Sum to help prove her innocence?

  That would never work. Ella knew if she involved Sum, Samuel would only knock him down the minute he saw him. And by doing that, Samuel would be convinced that Sum was the real father of the baby inside her.

  To say the least, even if Ella really had been raped, how could Samuel be sure that she got pregnant on that night?

  All in all, it went back to the original point. Maybe deep down he just didn't love her.

  Maybe he loved Emma or Catherine, but clearly not her.

  Ella's tears began to fall, yet again, and soon left nothing but water stains on her pillow.

  She then thought to herself, 'Samuel, you are such a disappointment.'

  In the study.

  Standing motionlessly in front of the window, Samuel dialed a number on his phone.

  "Sam." Chuck had just taken off his overalls after finishing a surgery. And there was another one waiting for him in a few minutes. He was taking a break in between when Samuel called.

  "Chuck, do you have any time tomorrow?" Now that they had decided to have the abortion. The sooner they got it done, the better.

  Chuck then reviewed his schedule in mind. He did have time in the afternoon, but he had promised someone to go shopping with her.

  "What's the matter?" But Samuel wouldn't just call him for nothing. So Chuck decided to hear Samuel out first before making any further decisions.

  Samuel fell silent. Instead of answering Chuck, he took the packet of cigarettes out of his pocket, put one into his mouth and lit it.

  After taking a draw on his cigarette, Samuel then said, "I want you to arrange a surgery for Ella."

  Chuck paused in surprise, "For Ella? What's going on with her? Is she not feeling well?" Chuck was quite sure that he had never heard of Ella being sick lately.

  Jean Wen sacrificed herself for family interests. Before her husband divorced her, she made every effort to please him.

  "You are inexperienced in bed," he said coldly.

  "You! Give that land to my family, or I won't agree to divorce," Jean replied furiously.

  "Fine. It is exactly what I am thinking about," he sneered.

  led her seat belt carefully and lay a tender kiss on her forehead before he hopped back in the driver's seat.

  He was so gentle to her. Ella didn't dare to dream it that he could be like this, even in her wildest dreams before that day. To prevent Samuel from noticing her tears, Ella turned sideways and looked out of the window.

  Samuel had done everything he could think of for Ella. And he did them because he wanted Ella to get rid of the baby.

  The truth had made his behaviors seemed rather ironic to Ella.

  Both of them remained silent along the way. And about twenty minutes later, Samuel's car stopped in front of Chuck's hospital.

  Though she had been there a few times, Ella never took a serious look on the hospital. It was quite natural since hardly no one enjoyed hospital. And Ella wouldn't plan to waste her time on something she was completely not interested in.

  But this time Ella felt totally different from any other time she had been there.

  Chuck's hospital was the best among all across C Country. Located in downtown, it covered an area of about 100 acres with more than 3000 beds.

  There were noted experts and professors in every department. And Chuck spared no money in decorating.

  Chuck was an obsessive-compulsive neat freak who was obsessed with the sanitary regulations. Therefore, his hospital was by far the cleanest and well-decorated hospital across C Country.

  Staring at the building, that had more than thirty stories, Ella was in a daze. She murmured, "Samuel, I don't want to go inside."

  For the last time, she unfastened her seat belt and threw herself into Samuel's arms, begging, "Samuel, please. I don't want to do this!"

  She sounded so weak and fragile that Samuel's heart began aching once again.