Sorry for Your Loss, It's Me, I'm the Loss novel Chapter 680

For years, she had longed for a child with Frank. She had seen countless doctors, taken all sorts of medicine, and even undergone two rounds of IVF, all of which failed.

Emma had felt disappointment, pain, and despair. She had become obsessed, dreaming of having a child, only to be met with emptiness time and again.

And now, just as she was about to divorce Frank, she was pregnant.

This child had come at the worst possible time. She couldn’t keep it.

Emma insisted on an abortion, but without Frank’s consent, no hospital would perform the procedure.

Frank, on the other hand, was so happy about the pregnancy that he would wake up smiling in his sleep.

He practically bought out the entire baby store. The villa was filled with piles of baby clothes, shoes, supplies, toys, and a crib.

“Emma, look at this little pink outfit. Isn’t it adorable? If our baby is a girl, she’ll look so beautiful in it.”

Frank proudly held up the tiny clothes for Emma to see.

She just looked at him with cold eyes. “Frank, do you think I can’t get rid of this baby just because no doctor will perform an abortion? It’s just an embryo, not even two months old. All I have to do is take a little tumble down the stairs, and it’ll be gone.”

Frank was speechless for a long moment. Then, his eyes slowly turned red.

“Emma, he’s our child. Haven’t you always wanted a child? We’ve waited so long for him. How could you bear to hurt him?”

“Someone else has already given you children. You have a son and a daughter now, you don’t need the one in my belly,” Emma sneered.

Frank was at a loss for words. Those two children had become the biggest stain on his life, one he could never wash away.

But the baby in Emma’s womb was the fruit of their love, the child they had yearned for for so many years. He couldn’t give it up.

Half the obstetrics and gynecology department was dedicated to Mrs. Thompson alone; they wouldn’t dare let anything happen to her.

“Good,” Frank said before leaving.

He didn’t go home. Instead, he drove to the entertainment company he had founded specifically for Emma, a subsidiary of the Thompson Group.

Upon arriving, Frank went straight to see Emma’s agent, Harriet Turner.

Harriet was not only Emma’s agent but also a close friend for many years; they were as thick as thieves.

“What brings the great Mr. Thompson here? I thought you’d be too busy taking care of your mistress and illegitimate children to grace my humble office with your presence.” Harriet didn’t even offer him a coffee, her words dripping with sarcasm.

Frank remained unfazed by her taunts and calmly stated his terms.