It was strange. I didn't want to get involved in their business. I didn't understand why they had to talk to each other in front of me. I said, "I wish you a happy time together. Can you please move aside now?"
Emma seemed to be startled when she heard this, and took a step back. Cody said unhappily, "Monica, do you have any manners? She is just explaining something to you, why are you so angry?"
Was I losing my temper?
At this moment, I felt unprecedentedly tired. I didn't want to argue with him, and I was not willing to explain to him. I still had the notice of abortion in my hand, and I just wanted to take my child home.
I ignored Cody who was blocking my way and took a step towards the attending physician's office. His expression finally changed and he stepped forward to stop me, "Monica, don't be angry. This is not good for the child..."
It turned out that he still remembered that he had a child. I looked at him coldly, "It's not you who made me angry?"
He didn't seem to expect that I would treat him in this way. He licked his upper lip guiltily. I was tired of his excuses, so I turned and left. But the next second, I felt a sharp pain!
"Ah!" The child in his arms reached out and grabbed my hair hard. I had just had a miscarriage and hadn't eaten anything. I was extremely weak. When pulled like that, I fell backwards and hit on Cody.
The next moment, the boy's earth-shattering cry rang out, "Mom!! It hurts! She bumped into me on purpose! My hand hurts!"
"Monica Bath! Damian is just a child!" Cody protected the child and retreated.
Emma rushed over and pushed me away fiercely. I fell to the ground in embarrassment, sweating coldly from the pain. I looked up and saw Cody holding the child and coaxing him in a low voice, while Emma nervously held the child's hand, "Does it hurt, Damian? I'm sorry, it's all mom's fault. I didn't expect that she would do that to you..."
Emma looked at me, "Monica, I know you don't like Cody and I being together, but Damina is innocent. How could you do this to a four-year-old child?"
I stared at the child in Cody's arms. He was hugged by him and made a face at me. Did a four-year-old child really understand nothing?