People came and went in the corridor, except for the area of the intensive care unit, where few people walked around. She got close to the place but slowed down again.

Susan cautiously approached the room and before she could open the door to see what was inside, the door opened.

Mrs. Gray stood in front of her, and both were surprised. And then Mrs. Gray look displeased and questioned in a low voice, "Why did you come over."

"I came to see my father ......"

Mrs. Gray was angry, "Seeing your father? I think you just came to make a scene!"

She closed the door behind her, cutting off Susan's view.

"I'll take one look and leave." Susan took a step forward before being vigorously pushed back again.

Mrs. Gray looked indignantly at the person in front of her, wishing Susan would die immediately to relieve her hatred.

"If you hadn't suddenly come to Karen's funeral to mess up, he would 

Chandler snorted, contemptuously, "What, Miss Gray doesn't have enough money?"

Susan pursed her lips and looked at him with anxiety.

"If it's an abortion, I will immediately arrange for the hospital to prepare an operating room and a doctor." He once again spoke without raising his head.

Susan numbly denied, "No, it's my ...... dad, he ...... is sick and in the hospital. I ......"

Chandler did not make a sound, his eyes sneeringly skimmed over her, and then lowered his head again to do his own thing.

Susan was so stunned by his response that she didn't know what to do. The room came to a standstill as she looked at the man in front of her and grit her teeth and kneel down.

"Tell me, what it will take to lend me the money."

He didn't even raise his head and spoke softly, "The child in your belly, you abort him and I'll lend you the money immediately. One life for one life, how abou

The indescribable feeling of shame haunted her, and Susan tried not to look at herself in the mirror. She closed her eyes, but the feeling was getting stronger.

Chandler was not happy with her and threatened her with a chilly voice: "Open your eyes, sluts have to act like sluts, people like you don't know what shame is."

Her face paled, but her sanity grew clearer.

Chandler saw that she still wouldn't open her eyes, so he gave her another hard one.

Susan could barely hold on, she opened her eyes and looked at herself in the mirror and the man behind her.

The two were intertwined, and she couldn't look down or close her eyes. She had to watch, the whole time.

Susan's gaze calmed down and her eyes looked vacantly at them in the mirror, as if she was not looking at herself but two skeletal frames.

He thought it would be enough to make her suffer, but now, it seems to be the opposite 

People came and went in the corridor, except for the area of the intensive care unit, where few people walked around. She got close to the place but slowed down again.

Susan cautiously approached the room and before she could open the door to see what was inside, the door opened.

Mrs. Gray stood in front of her, and both were surprised. And then Mrs. Gray look displeased and questioned in a low voice, "Why did you come over."

"I came to see my father ......"

Mrs. Gray was angry, "Seeing your father? I think you just came to make a scene!"

She closed the door behind her, cutting off Susan's view.

"I'll take one look and leave." Susan took a step forward before being vigorously pushed back again.

Mrs. Gray looked indignantly at the person in front of her, wishing Susan would die immediately to relieve her hatred.

"If you hadn't suddenly come to Karen's funeral to mess up, he would not have been so angry!" She raised her voice with mean eyes.

Susan shuddered, she did not expect t

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