Eliza stood there, holding the pregnancy test in her hand, stunned.
“Chelsea, why do you have this in your bag?”
“Don’t worry about that now. Just go take the test.” Chelsea dodged the question, nudging her toward the bathroom. “Hurry up.”
With Chelsea pushing her, Eliza went into the bathroom.
The result was as she feared: two lines.
Seeing the outcome, Chelsea was lost too.
“Does he know?”
Eliza shook her head, looking desolate, but her eyes glinted with a certain resolve. “He doesn’t know, and I don’t want him to know. He doesn’t deserve to be a father, let alone have a child.”
It was a statement full of bitterness.
Still, sooner or later, he would find out.
“Do you have any plans?”
Chelsea knew about Eliza’s health issues; if she terminated this pregnancy, her chances of conceiving again would be almost nonexistent.
What woman wouldn’t want to be a mother?
How could a woman about to become a mother not think about her child?
“Chelsea, I heard Casper is about to get engaged to Nova.”
“Yeah, the news is all over the internet. Hard to tell what’s true,” Chelsea said.
Every time Chelsea checked her phone, she’d skip over any news about them, annoyed.
She couldn’t understand how a man who hadn’t even finalized his divorce could flaunt his engagement to another woman, making it the talk of the town.
“They say on TV that their engagement party is on the 18th of this month.”
Chelsea didn’t get why Eliza was still hung up on this. “Who cares about that shameless guy?”
Eliza wasn’t concerned about Casper and Nova’s engagement.
She had a plan.
“Chelsea, I want to ‘die’ on the 18th.”
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