Chapter 12%
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During this period of waiting for delivery, I received good care from an obstetrician named Kris.
He had spent years studying abroad, embracing an open–minded view of love, believing only in feelings. My age, experience and even the fact that I had a child meant nothing to him–he was certain of his love.”
Faced with his relentless passion and pursuit, I often responded with nothing more than a smile. I was past the age of falling blindly into love.N
Still, having a younger man by my side, attentive and devoted, was not such a bad feeling.}
Kris became my daughter’s godfather and took full responsibility as a babysitter.
I had been preparing to apply for graduate school at Harvard to fulfill my dream since my youth.}
After submitting the materials that day, I took a selfie in front of the Harvard gate, but when I checked, I found Marlon standing behind me.”
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I turned my head suddenly and trembled all over.
Marlon walked towards me step by step as he said, “Margret, I finally found you. How are you?“}
I nodded without any ripples in my heart.”
“I have something else to do, I’ll leave first.”
I turned and left, leaving him with the last bit of dignity.
Marlon grabbed my hand and apologized, “Margret, I’m sorry. I’m sorry about Isaias and Melanie.}
“I have been thinking a lot during this period. I can’t leave you, Margret. So….“)
Marlon wanted to say something else, but I interrupted him first, “It’s all over now. I’m doing fine now.“}
Kris came to pick me up with our daughter at this time and I waved to him.
Kris stood beside me, he tied the scarf around me naturally and looked at me lovingly with his cat eyes. It took two minutes before he noticed Marlon who looked resentful.
“Your friend?” Kris asked simply.
“My ex–husband.“@
Kris‘ eyes lit up and he began to look at Marlon warily, then he extended his hand gentlemanly, “Thank you. If it were not for you, I would not have the chance to meet such a wonderful Margret.”
Marlon seemed to find it difficult to accept that I had let go of the past in such a short time and he did not respond for a long time.
I asked Kris to take my daughter to the cafe to wait for me.}
Only then did Marlon realize that the daughter looked somewhat like him.
“Margret, is this our daughter?“}
With tears in his eyes, he tried to catch up.
I stopped him. “Don’t even think about it. I will not let my daughter know that she was born to save her father’s illegitimate son.”
