The doctor's eyes, the only part visible of his face, seemed oddly familiar.
He picked up a gleaming surgical knife.
When I saw the name tag on his chest that read "Dr. Denton," I froze.
A devilish whisper echoed in my ear. "Ms. Jensen, I'm beginning to suspect you're trying to murder my child."
"The surgery is on hold. I'll need your cooperation for further investigation."
The on-call room was deathly quiet. I didn't even dare to breathe loudly.
Locke sat calmly across from me, his hands folded on the table.
He looked like he was really about to interrogate me.
"Speak. When did you find out you were pregnant?"
I answered honestly, "Two days ago."
His icy tone softened a bit, but then he got angry again. "Why did you decide to have the surgery without consulting me?"
My voice grew smaller as I guiltily replied, "The class president said you were getting married. I didn't want my child to be an illegitimate one without a father."
I knew this was my fault.
I sighed. "I'm sorry, it's all my fault."
After thinking for a moment, I added sincerely, "I shouldn't have forced you."
He got even angrier.
I changed my approach.
"I shouldn't have seduced you."
He got furious.
I thought, "I've already apologized, what more does he want?"
It's not like he lost anything.
After all, it was my first time sleeping with anyone.
I got angry as well and turned away, refusing to look at him.
Locke came over, crouched in front of me, and looked up into my eyes.
"The class president was just joking. I'm not getting married."
His expression was sincere, not like he was lying.
I thought, "Then he must have a girlfriend. I'm not about to become the other woman."
"You don't need to feel any burden. This child is mine alone. It has nothing to do with you. I don't need you to take responsibility," I said.
"No, I'm just as responsible for this child as you are. I'll take full responsibility."
My head hurt. I couldn't understand why he was being so stubborn.
I thought, "He's not as cute as he was when he was a kid. He's better off being quiet like he used to be."
To ease his guilt, I decided to lie.
"Don't overthink it. This child really isn't yours. It's not my first time to have sex. It's my ex-boyfriend's baby."
He let out a sneer and suddenly leaned in close to my ear, whispering, "Not your first time? Then why did you cry so hard that night?"