Chapter 2
The door slammed shut, leaving me outside alone.
At that moment, I suddenly felt relieved that we didn’t have any kids.
I didn’t argue and just walked back toward the old house.
Before I bought this small two–bedroom apartment, Alfred and I used to fent a place together.
Sometimes, when the landlord wouldn’t let us stay anymore, we had to leave and wander the streets until morning to find a new house, just to save one night’s hotel fee.
He would give me all his thick clothes to keep me warm, while he would shiver wearing only his underwear.
Whenever we had meat, he’d put it on my plate, telling me to eat what nourished me. He wanted me to gain weight and be healthy, so we could stay together for a long time.
Everything in the house was something we chose and bought together, and all the flowers on the small balcony were picked based on what I liked.
Alfred didn’t care much for plants, but he still looked after the ones I loved.
Even now, I always believed he was a good man, just waiting for the right opportunity.
I’m sure he will pass my father’s test without any problems.
I went out to the balcony and noticed some flower pots had fallen over in the wind, while others were dry and dead.
There were over 20 pots, and even the hardiest cactus had died.
I turned on the water faucet to try and save the plants that were dying.
But then I remembered that this house hadn’t paid the utilities in a while!
That evening, Alfred called me.
Without thinking, I wanted to talk to him about the flowers on the balcony.
Before I could say anything, he started yelling at me.
“I thought you were kind, but now I see you’re selfish and can’t tolerate anything!
“I already told you not to use ingredients that could harm the baby. If you don’t want to take care of Melissa, just say so. Don’t mess with the food!
“She keeps throwing up. If something happens to the child, you’ll be the one to blame!”
I held the phone and felt completely stunned.
I knew that no matter what I said, Alfred wouldn’t believe me.
He gave a few words, but when he didn’t hear anything, he angrily hung
- up.
The next morning, the restaurant where I used to work called me.
They said many customers had seen the video of Melissa going to the hospital and came to complain that there was something wrong with the beef pasta I sold. Many people got sick with vomiting and diarrhea after
cating it.
I had resigned properly, but rumors started saying I ran away to avoid. responsibility.
Without saying a word, I went straight to the restaurant and bowed to apologize to the angry customers.
“How much compensation do you want? I’ll send it to you right now.
“Is 40,000 dollars enough for each person? If not, what about 70,000? Or 100,000?”
When they saw how serious I was, the troublemakers stopped complaining.
I took out my phone and asked the loudest customer, “Give me your bank account, and I’ll send you the money.”
Noticing my determination, the man stopped being courteous.
“Life is priceless! Since you have such a good attitude, we’ll settle for 100,000.”
I typed his bank account and was ready to enter my password.
Suddenly, Alfred showed up, his face red with anger, “What do you think you’re doing? That money will be used to pay off the mortgage later!”
I shouted, “They’re all saying they got sick after eating the beef pasta I sell. What else can I do?”
I entered my password, and the transfer went through smoothly.
This sum doesn’t even come close to my transfer limit, so there’s no reason to worry.
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Allred’s eyes filled with tears as he snatched my phone away.
“Melissa’s child is safe now. If you admit your mistake and apologize to her, she’ll handle everything. Don’t make a scene.”
I retorted. “Have I never been pregnant? When I was throwing up constantly, weren’t you the one pushing me to get rid of the baby?
“Are you unable to tell morning sickness from gastroenteritis, or are you just pretending not to know the difference?”
Alfred was stunned by my question, but I ignored his protests and sent money to the troublemakers one after another,
Before leaving the restaurant, I printed out a new divorce paper using the restaurant’s printer.
