#Chapter 293: The Abortion

Ella’s POV My blood turned to ice. Richard stepped further into the light. He looked worse than the last time I had seen him. His hair was disheveled, his clothes wrinkled and stained. Dark circles ringed his eyes like black bruises. But his smile was the same as it had always been. Twisted. Angry. Hateful. “Hello, Ella.” I tried to sit up, but my body wouldn’t cooperate. The medication Dr. Evelyn had given me made everything feel sluggish and heavy. I could only manage two words. “Get out.” “Is that any way to greet your father?” “You’re not my father. You never were.” “I hate to break it to you, darling, but I am. And you take after me more than you want to admit.” He walked closer, stopping at the foot of my bed. “It’s a shame, you know, If you had been a boy, I might have been proud of you.” I blinked, not quite sure what to say to that. “Did I ever tell you that I wanted your mother to abort you?” he asked. “Once or