"It doesn't matter who told me, Emma. Please, just listen to me..."
Evan slowly got up from the floor, his eyes growing red. He reached out, wanting to touch Emma, but—
"Don't touch me!"
Before his hand could reach her, Emma mercilessly slapped it away.
She took another step back, her eyes filled with terror and distrust as she looked at him.
"So what if I'm pregnant? This child has nothing to do with you. I'll take care of it myself."
Emma's eyes reddened as well. Her thoughts were in complete turmoil, and the scene unfolding before her felt absurd.
"Don't say that just because you're angry!"
Mrs. Hayes grabbed her daughter's arm. She had grown up in a single-parent home and knew how hard it was for a mother to raise a child alone. Besides, this child was Evan's, and he had a responsibility no matter what.
Emma didn't say anything. She lowered her head, her long hair falling over her chest and hiding her face.
She felt an immense sadness and pain in her heart. She had braced herself countless times for what she was about to say. It was a heart-wrenching decision, but she had no other choice.
"Mom."
Mrs. Hayes heard her daughter call her name softly. Before she could respond, she heard Emma's next words—"I don't want this child."
"What do you mean?"
"What do you mean?"
Evan and Mrs. Hayes asked almost in unison.
Emma didn't look at the haggard, red-eyed man beside her. She turned to her mother, her eyes filled with tears, and said, word by word, "I'm not going to keep this child."
Mrs. Hayes's hand, which was holding her daughter's, gradually loosened. Her eyes were wide with shock.
Evan was even more stunned. He staggered back a step as if struck by lightning, his brow furrowed in disbelief.
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