Love You Can’t Say

I nodded, “He has planned to divorce from me. If I tell him, he would believe that I am threatening him not to divorce from me.”

He raised eyebrows, “But he knows it now, what will you do?”

I paused, and had no reply.

Looking at him, I tried him, “Will Dennis want this baby?”

“I am not Dennis.” He uttered, and looked at me, “But Dennis is in his thirties now, and he gets no excuse to get you aborted.”

Finishing, he walked out the room, with hands in the pocket.

So Dennis will want to keep this baby?

However, Olivia frustrated me. I was on a drip when Olivia thrusted my room. She rushed in and had me by the throat.

With red eyes, she shouted, “Why? Why you pregnant? Clara Kennedy, you killed my baby, and I will never let you give birth to the baby.”

With my throat in her hands, I can hardly breathe. I struggled to get rid of her, but she seemed to lost control in hysteria.

With a ferocious look, she looked at me, “I will kill the baby. I will never allow you have a baby to make Dennis around you.”

She looked delicate, but she was choking me with great strength. I tried hard to save myself, but I cannot move.

I struggled to say some words, “Life… for a life…”

She snorted, forcing, “A corpse of two lives, it was all worth it,”

“Olivia, what are you doing?” By the door, a man shouted in a cold voice.

Hearing the voice, Olivia froze suddenly. Red eyes disappeared, and the tears rolled down. Perhaps thanks to Dennis’ sudden appearance, she fell down on the floor.

He hurried to lift her. I was released and breathed madly with mouth open wide.

A long while later, she calmed down. In his arms, she sobbed, “Dennis, you promised me you will never let this woman have your baby. You promised me.”

I felt better, lying on the bed and looking at the couple. I cannot tell my feeling.

Dennis glanced at me, with his hand petting Olivia. He comforted her, “Stop crying, you just get better.”

Olivia raised head to see him, wiping the tears away, “Dennis, you will never allow her have your baby, right?”

I also stared at Dennis, waiting for his reply.

While he didn’t bother to look at me. With eyes on Olivia, he wiped her tears away gently, “Olivia, stop it.”

Hearing this answer, I took a sigh of relief. At least, Dennis didn’t want me to have an abortion.

“I don’t!” Olivia got excited again, with tears falling along her face. Grabbing Dennis’s sleeve, she said in a humble tone, “Dennis, you promised my elder brother that you would take care of me. Now my brother had passed away, and I have nothing, except you.”

Choking, she pointed at me, “If she has your baby, you are not having a divorce from her, right? You are not going to keep your words to take care of me and you have your family, while I have nothing. No! I don’t want to be alone…”

Olivia wept with sorrow, grabbing Dennis. She looked like a lost boy, pitiful and helpless.

Dennis held her into his arms, comforting her, “You are not alone, and you will not. Calm down.”

Olivia looked at him with bulging eyes, “Don’t let her have your baby, OK? Please don’t, or I will die.”

She said it seriously.

Dennis looked at her, with anger in his deep eyes, “Olivia, don’t mess around.”

Olivia pushed him away, and rushed to take the fruit knife and cut her own wrist.

Things happened so quickly. I never expected that Olivia would commit suicide, as well as Dennis. He lifted Olivia to the emergency room.

However, Olivia grabbed the bed handrail tightly, looking at Dennis with red eyes, “Don’t let her have your baby.”

With bewilderment, I wondered how much Olivia didn’t want me to have the baby. Looking at Dennis, I uttered first before he spoke, “Olivia, you rest assured. This baby, I …”