But until the end of my operation, I didn't see him.
The nurse said that I was weak and suggested that I be hospitalized for observation.
I lay on the hospital bed, browsing on my phone, and I accidentally saw Jocelyn's Instagram.
"Samuel loves me the most. Knowing that I am injured, he stays by my side all the time."
The photo was blurry, and I could vaguely see a bruised wrist with two bright red bloodstains.
I silently liked it.
She added me on purpose just to show off, right?
I looked at my phone, and without surprise, Samuel's call would come soon.
It was always like this.
As long as Jocelyn and I contacted each other, he would accuse me and protect Jocelyn without hesitation.
"Clare, you're starting to act up again, aren't you? Jocelyn can't see. I'm just taking care of her. What are you up to?"
She couldn't see but could still put on blush and foundation. She was really exquisite and beautiful.
I looked at the empty ward and laughed at myself.
"The child is gone as you wished."
There was a short silence on the other end of the phone, and he gritted his teeth and said, "That's impossible. How long has it been since I slept with you? How could you be pregnant?"
It was up to him to believe it or not.
I hung up the phone and ignored him.
The effect of the anesthetic hadn't completely worn off, and I closed my eyes in a daze. I didn't know how long I slept, but I heard two voices in my ears.
It seemed to be Samuel and Jocelyn.
"What should we do? Clare has aborted the child, and our plan is ruined. I may never get my sight back."
Samuel snorted coldly, turned his head, and comforted Jocelyn.
"I thought that we could use the child to control her, and then, we'd remove her corneas after she gave birth. It's all her fault. She actually caused trouble and aborted the child!"
I felt a pain in my heart and slowly opened my eyes. The first thing I saw was Samuel's angry face.
"Clare! How dare you! This is our child. How can you abort it without my consent?"
His eyes were bloodshot. He tightly held the B-ultrasound report. "Why didn't you tell me you were pregnant? I am the father of the child."
I looked at the man in front of me and suddenly couldn't recognize him.
The person who wanted to have a child with me was just using the child to control me.
"Why should I do that? Do you think I'll let you remove my corneas and use the baby to restrain me?"