Chapter 211 - Abort That Child (1/2)

|Innaya|

”WHAT? She's pregnant?”

Two shouts rang out. I wanted to shout as well. Eshan nodded seriously. Ayesha held onto his mother's arm. They both exchanged glances.

How could Eshan lie with that straight face? His single lie forced those two women to look at me with utter disgust. I wanted to shrink away.

My hand went to my stomach, subconsciously. There was no life in it, yet my instinct kicked in. Was this what they called maternal instinct?

Eshan's mother was shocked, and Ayesha had received the same shock as well. Perhaps, my action gave them the wrong impression. Eshan did not clear it out for them. Instead, he chose to pull me by his side and away from the reach of those two women.

Fortune followed behind as if he was guarding me. His head would occasionally rub against my thigh as if he wanted to tell me that he was there.

Eshan's mother recovered from her shock before she said, ”Who knows, it might not be yours.”

”Yes, it definitely is not yours.” Ayesha echoed his mother. She sharply glanced at me, nodding to herself.

Of course, it wasn't his. It was not mine either. There was no child, what were they fighting for? I did not understand Eshan's intentions. What was he trying to do? Just earlier, I had thought about the possibility of me carrying a child, and what would have happened. Eshan had worded it before them.

Why did he do that?

I failed to understand.

I knew what would follow after his confession though. His mother would not yield. Rather matters were going to get more complicated.

Why Eshan wasn't being swift as he always was, ending the matter once and for all?

”I'm telling you. She's pregnant with my child,” Eshan replied, glaring at Ayesha. She cowered under his gaze, backing further away, trying to minimize her presence. I wanted to back away as well, but I knew Eshan would not let me.

I could feel my anxiety rising. All this stress was not helping me to keep the demons of a panic attack from emerging. If I suffered from a panic attack now, his mother would create a mountain out of it. She would not watch silently. She already considered me a madwoman. My panic attack would only firm her wrong beliefs. Was there really no way to handle this situation?

Eshan faced his mother, whose face was changing as she thought about the sudden news she had not expected. The wheels in her head were running, trying to find a way out of the situation. I could see it.

”Now, how are you going to handle it? It's late now. Don't you think so?” Eshan clearly taunted, but his mother took his words in opposite meaning. She thought Eshan was feeling trapped.

”How far is the pregnancy?” She inquired.