Patrick had just left, and the hospital room door was once again jammed open, and this time the person who entered was her mother.
She looked at her daughter quietly, deeply disappointed.
"My stupid daughter, how can you be so clumsy..."
Mrs. Smith also doesn't know how to do more than lament such a unclear sentence.
She remembered a day more than two months ago, just before Patrick's return home, her daughter spent the night outside.
It was the only time her daughter did not sleep at home.
Without thinking, something so big could happen that night.
The appearance of her mother, a unclear lament, and her sad look made Flora burst into tears.
She regretted, panic, she is scared, and don't know where to go, what to do.
It all turned out like this, something she never thought of.
"Mom..."
Mrs. Smith's eyes were full of water, still stubbornly refused to wipe them in front of her daughter but turned back, wiping tears from her sleeve before she could even fall out of the eye socket.
"Tell me, who is that man? Who is the father of the child in your womb?"
Flora shook her head, the shake of her head helpless.
She doesn't even know who it is. How can she answer her?
A stranger, not even his name.
For the past two months, she's been deceiving herself, trying to forget her body's stain and not thinking about that wild night anymore.
She didn't know she'd put her hand on her stomach. What should she do?
Her mother's disappointed look made Flora feel her whole body cold, like being thrown into an ice vault.
She never thought she would let her mother down, even embarrassed by her.
Her brown eyes showed a puzzled look.
"I don't know... Mom, I don't know who the father is... He... When I woke up, he wasn't there anymore...."
She knows her future is murky and happiness is like soap bubbles.
She thought she could control everything, but the truth was quite the opposite.
Mrs. Smith breathed a long sigh and approached the side of the bed, trembling hands placed on her daughter's already slightly larger abdomen.
"My stupid daughter, there's this little baby. Tell me, where's your future going? What should I talk about now with Patrick and the Joneses?"
Youth is impulsive, and one wrong step can cause irreparable consequences.
She thought for a moment, then lowered her mind, and said to her daughter:
"By the way, I don't force you to say about the father's identity anymore. But... you listen to me, your life is too long, you can't let this child ruin it."
She did not speak loudly. But anyone can understand the meaning of those words.
Flora clasped her mother's hand, not knowing how long it had been since the palm of her hand that she had swallowed a layer of sticky sweat, revealing a very intense feeling, but she didn't notice it, just insisted on holding her hand.
"I mean..."
Receiving her daughter's nervous gaze, her mother nodded softly.
"Get rid of the baby! You and Patrick have more chances to have your children later. If you insist on keeping this baby, you and your child will suffer."
No matter how much he loves her, Patrick will never accept the child of his girlfriend and another man.
And even if he did, the Joneses would never have accepted such a daughter-in-law.
The child is not guilty, but shows up at the wrong time.
She grabbed her daughter's hand and held it tightly.
"Listen to my command. Leave the child."
Flora's other hand gently rubbed her stomach.
This is her child, her unborn child.
Can she kill her child without mercy?
She shook her head sadly.
The fingers of two slender hands twisted together, confused and awkward.
"It's impossible, Mom, I can't do that... Mr. Patrick already knows this and will never accept me again."
Patrick's avoidance soon after he learned that she had hurt his deeply.
Only she doesn't blame him because... she deserves it.
From her brown eyes, a clear tear came quietly down.
Mrs. Smith wiped tears rolling down her daughter's cheeks, patting her back as if she were comfortable.
"Don't cry, don't be so pessimistic. I've talked to Patrick, and he said he'll let it go if you accept leaving the baby. You'll have a baby later, don't be foolish to miss a lifetime."
Before seeing her daughter, she met someone who almost became a son-in-law outside.
His attitude towards her was still excellent, and he said he would accept her daughter if she left the baby.
Leaving the baby as if nothing had happened, in a way, was the best choice for her right now.
Mrs. Smith saw her daughter shaking. Then she felt a lump in her throat
She opened her mouth but couldn't give her advice.
"Mom, I..."
Flora suddenly stiffened, stammering.
The narrow sick room had another guest.
Dressing up, gorgeous make-up, the whole body from top to bottom exudes the character of the wealthy wife.
It's Patrick's mother.
How much Patrick's mother was enthusiastic about her before today, how much scorn she is now.
She gently lifted her chin, looking at the mother and daughter with half an eye.
"I dare not disobey Patrick's grandfather, in honor of Mr. Smith, we only allowed you to have sex with Patrick. And I didn't expect you to inherit your mother's dirty, promiscuous nature, yet I was in a hurry to sleep with another man."
Mrs. Smith put her head down.
Flora can't stand it when people use such contemptuous tones to insult her mother.
"How can you say that to my mother?"
It's just been a day, and there's a chance that something could happen.
Yesterday, the well-dressed woman in front of her still pulled her hand and called her "daughter," calling her mother-in-law, looked down high today, using those dirty words about her mother.
She looked down on Flora like she is looking at shit.
"Am I wrong?"
High heels pattered on the ground, and a girl with brand-name clothes entered the room.
She swept her eyes for a turn of the disease, then looked down in the room, the tip of her shoe, as if it were afraid this place would get her heels dirty.
Her eyes swirled deep into Flora's body as if to pierce a hole in her body, then burst into laughter:
"She didn't say anything wrong. Your mother and your story are no secret in high society. Your mother seduced a man, pregnant at sixteen, and gave birth to the kind without a father like you. You don't even know who your father is. Do you not even know shame? I forgot if you knew that, then you didn't do this dirty thing."
She is talking, and she is being contemptuous.
Every word she said carried a sharp thorn, crashing right into the softest place in Flora's and her mother. Flora frowned at her, wanting to throw her out of there immediately.
So Patrick's mother even smiled mockingly.
"Eirlys Sarah, what do you say to this kind of person? It's a waste of words. It's not going to change the slutty, mean nature of this family."
Sarah was very natural to hold her arms, and her red lips were a little puffy.
"Yes, I know. It's a good thing we found out earlier. Otherwise, Mr. Patrick would still be fooled by her..."
Patrick's mother looked at the girl holding her arm with a loving look.
She was about to say something when she heard Patrick's voice behind her.
"Could you all please come out? I want to speak to Flora alone."
Waiting for everyone to go out, the other two in the room seemed to have nothing to say to each other.
The atmosphere of silence was awkward.
Flora pursed her lips, inquiring:
"Mr. Patrick, do you believe me? Do you believe I've never betrayed you?"
Patrick sighed, looking out the window with his eyes open.
"Before today, I believe."
Today, his faith completely collapsed.
He no longer dares to trust anyone, anything.
Looking at her, he was also very shocked, very helpless.
It was a long time before he opened his mouth again, hesitating to ask her.
"Do you love him? He is better to you than me?"
Flora raised her lips quietly, not smiling, just making fun of herself.
He can ask this question, proving he doesn't believe her, not even a little.
She looked up at him.
"Is this problem important?"
"It's essential to me."
He dodged her gaze, nodding heavily.
"It's okay if you love him, it okay. I love you, and I can pretend like nothing ever happened. Take care of yourself as we promised. Just forget him, leave this baby, we'll be back... Promise me, Flora?"
He painted her a bright future with many good things for the baby in her belly.
She knows he's sincere. She knows. Well, reasonably, she should agree.
But she can't do it. She can't selfishly deprive the child of the right to live, can't pretend like nothing ever happened, being with him as before.
It's not fair to the child, and it's not acceptable to him.
In his startled eyes, she shook her head gently.
"I'm sorry, but I can't do that. Let's break up."
The parting was gentle, but it was so heavy that both people were silent, and the space was so overwhelming that it was difficult to breathe.
Patrick suddenly walked quickly to the side of the bed, bending over to hold her, his voice choked.
"Isn't that possible, Flora? Think of me, think of our feelings..."
She bit her teeth and gently but firmly pushed him away.
When her mother was sixteen years old, she dared to give birth to Flora, overcoming all the difficulties of raising her this much.
She has no right to take the life of an innocent child.
She wants to have a baby.
Tears came out of the eye socket again, cold and salty.
She nodded hard.
"Thank you for your kindness, but I've made up my mind. I'm going to have a baby, so we'll have to break up. In this case, I'm the one to blame, but my child is not."
And in the future, she will do whatever it takes to make her child live the best life.
She believes her mother will also understand this decision and will support her.
Tomorrow will be brighter than today...