No One But You

Chapter 19 It was not Calvin Made Me Pregnant?

Maybe the pain was numb, I didn’t feel in pain for the first injection, so I was calm.

Calvin looked at me and thought my brain had had a problem that I did not take anaesthasia during the

operation.

When the doctor had finished, he said, "This young lady is so brave that she didn't even wrinkle her

brow after sixteen stitches."

He described me as brave.

After the stitches, he prescribed anti-inflammatory drugs to me.

Elena in the next door was to have the wound processed, shouting loudly.

I can't walk on my leg. If I put pressure on it, it would open up.

I said to Calvin, "Get me a wheelchair and let Elena pay for it."

She hurt me, and I would let her go easily.

Calvin stood to one side, like a straight flagpole.

Would he be cool in the hospital?

I know he was handsome, and the nurse paid attention to him when they walked by.

Calvin was much more human than I thought. He actually found me a wheelchair and put me on it.

Elena was still dressing. I walked to the door of the room in my wheelchair and knocked on the door.

Her high octave soprano dropped momentarily, “What?"

"Sixteen stitches in my leg. It's bound to scar me. Compensate me one hundred thousand at a time, or

I'll sue you.”

She was in dangerous driving.

She opened her mouth wide and forgot to cry. "Are you crazy about money?"

"I took the memo out of my bag, wrote down my bank account number and then pat it in her hand, “You

are a public figure. You want to be decent, but I don’t. Anyway I am now unemployed. If you dispute

with me over these money, I will report to the media every day about you. If you want to get heat again,

I am cool with that.”

I patted her the note and walked away.

But instead of going straight out of the hospital, I found a gynecologist and made an appointment with

her for tomorrow's surgery.

The doctor looked at my leg in surprise. "You want an operation under such as situation?”

"The surgery had nothing to do with the legs." I said.

If I didn’t have the abortion now, the child would get older and older. It would hurt me and I was afraid

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I walked into the elevator in my wheelchair and out of the hospital.

I called a car and it arrived when I arrived.

The driver was very nice and not only picked me up but also packed my wheelchair away in the trunk.

The car started off, and I caught a glimpse of a figure passing dimly in the back mirror.

I wasn't sure if it was Calvin. I wasn't beautiful enough to let him peek at me.

I returned to the villa. Stella was surprised to see my came back in wheelchair, “Miss Josephine, what

happened?"

"A car accident." I was concise, reached out and took her arm, “Call Bennett and take me in."

Bennett ran in a hurry, and they helped me into the house.

My whole body was stained with blood. Stella helped me to wash a bath and change my clothes. I

comfortably lean on the bed to eat to watch TV.

Stella looked that me. Probably she thought I was a heartless woman.

I laughed out loud even my leg was badly injured.

I was not heartless, but in this special period, I had to hide my heart, or it would hurt easily.

I had the chicken soup that Bennett cooked for me. She said she would cool fish congee to me

tomorrow.

It was a pity that I had to have an operation tomorrow, otherwise I could enjoy a few more days.

When I was full, I felt tired and tried to sleep with my eyes half closed.

Suddenly, Bennett hurried to the door of the room and said to me, "Miss Josephine, Secretary Frank is

here."

I had been here for so many days. Secretary Frank showed up at the first day he brought me here. In

the other days, I didn't see him. Why was he today?

Did he know I was hurt and came to console me?

I lied on the bed, “Let him come in!

"What can he do even he was here? I can't get out of bed to meet him.

Secretary Frank walked in, still dressed in a suit and tie, looking very serious.

He stopped at my bedside, without flowers or a fruit basket. He did not appear to be visiting.

And there was not a smile on his face, as if he had come to blame me.

What guilt did I have to see his gloomy face?

I looked down at my phone as if I hadn't seen him.

He finally spoke, “Miss Josephine."

"Well." I snorted, without looking up. "What's up?"

My attitude probably let him angry, he spoke again with louder voice, “Miss Josephine, have you been

too day these days?"

I was playing a game. And I did not stop.

Secretary Frank shouted at me, "Miss Josephine, you are not here on vacation!"

He yelled at me and I covered my ears, and then I found I failed the game.

Mobile phone screen appeared a line of characters: Goodbye!

I threw the phone aside and looked up at Secretary Frank. "What's wrong? Why are you so grumpy?"

He looked at me and sneered suddenly, “Miss Josephine, have you done enough? You are hurt now.

Could you stop for a while?"

I looked at him with a sneer, and I saw in Secretary Frank's eyes the contempt and disdain for me.

I was afraid his boss was a big shot. And he thought it was my pleasure to give him a baby.

Pooh, I was going to have an abortion tomorrow, without leaving them a thought.

I fumbled for a pack of prunes on my nightstand and dropped one into my mouth, “I'll do whatever I

want unless you lock me!"

"Miss Josephine, don't think the boss has a good temper, you'd better be obedient!"

"You're wrong." I threw the prunes back and looked up at Secretary Frank's face. "Now you are

begging me to give birth to a child, not me begging to me," I said, "I can do anything at any time, and

the child will not be kept."

He didn't expect me to say this and looked at me dumbfounded.

He thought that I was the heroine in the drama of sufferings, and that I would weep and faint at every

turn or beg him to spare me?

"Miss Josephine!" He shouted my name angrily, not knowing what to say next.

Suddenly, the mobile phone rang. I picked up and found Elena transferred one hundred thousand to my

bank card.

Her execution was good. I thought I was going to deal with her for a while!

Sixteen stitches for a hundred thousand, it was enough.

I was in a good mood, so I didn’t want to care about Secretary Frank.

I lay down and pulled the quilt over my head.

Through the thin quilt, I heard Secretary Frank's sulky voice, “Miss Josephine, I'm here to warn you, if

you don't behave, you won't be so comfortable like now."

During my years as a journalist, what kind of threats did I not face?

I pulled down the quilt, looking at Secretary Frank's angry face. I asked him coldly, “Is it Calvin made

my pregnant?”