Abort The Baby!

Margaux’s POV.

Beatrix!

Beatrix! 

Her name sounded familiar but I couldn’t remember where I heard it!

Clyde left last night without even glancing at me.

I was left alone in this lonely penthouse his grandparents gave me. 

I had to go to the hospital but I didn’t even have the energy. 

“My wedding got cancelled, the father of my child doesn’t want us in his life…how worse could it be?” I sarcastically told myself. 

Soon, I realized my tears were flowing endlessly.

I was having my moment when I unexpectedly received two notifications. 

My eyes widened when I opened the message saying, 

“I will send you $10 million dollars, get rid of that thing and start anew.”

His message made me gnash my teeth. 

“How cruel…The audacity of this man!” I screamed deep inside. 

So I responded with two words to infuriate him, “HELL, NO!”

I suddenly remembered the notification from my bank, so I pulled up my online banking and couldn’t believe what I saw. 

Indeed, he sent the amount he mentioned, and I had never seen as many zeros as this, nor would I ever get this chance again. 

“Damn it!” I cursed inwardly.

I was saddened by the fact that I was tempted to accept this money. 

I held my tummy and apologized instantly, “I’m sorry, little one! Mommy would never think of it again!”

And that thought gave me strength to pull myself together and see the doctor. 

“Son of a gun!” I blurted out as soon as I opened the door. 

I saw Mr. Walts, his secretary, was already on the door waiting for me.

I greeted him, “M-Mr. Walts, why are you here?”

“Mr. Monroe told me to accompany you,” his voice was as timid as always. Truly a man of few words, huh?

My eyebrows furrowed in confusion and asked myself, “I thought he wanted me to abort the baby, then why the hell would he ask Mr. Walts to accompany me?”

I shrugged the thought away as we entered the elevator. But deep inside, that gave me hope. 

But that ray of hope easily crumbled as soon as Dr. Stone gave me a condescending tone, “So, you are here!” 

It was a different side of her I haven’t seen, a quick change in attitude probably because she knew I would no longer marry Clyde. 

Feeling insulted and hurt, I raised my tone in rebuttal, “Of course!” and even held my head high. 

She sat down and gave me a look, “You see, I thought you were different. But it turns out you all are the same.”

I frowned at her while clutching my purse, “Do we have a problem here, Dr. Stone? Why don’t you just do your job instead of gossiping?” 

What does she even know?

She sighed as she brought up a piece of paper which I apparently had to sign, “Sign this waiver and you’ll be on your way out!”

I snatched the pen and the paper because she seemed to be testing my patience. 

Did she wake up on the wrong side of the bed? And what would I need a waiver for anyway?

I was too pissed off to even check the content of this stupid paper so I started writing down my name. 

She started blabbing right away, “I know you are not going to marry him anymore, but did you just sell out–” Blah! Blah! Blah!

I no longer heard what she said because I found myself crying and shaking at the same time. 

Thank goodness I got fixated with that bold letter because I was just a sign away from killing my baby!

“Oh god!” I started hyperventilating and gasped for air. 

Sweat formed on my forehead was hard to unsee, and finally Dr. Stone came to her senses and noticed me, 

“Ms. Olsen, is everything alright?” 

I looked at her and uttered in disbelief, “Can you believe this? I almost killed my baby, Dr. Stone!” 

So she went to my side and reminded me how to breathe, “You are experiencing a panic attack, remember the order of breathing.” 

She patted my back and when I had calmed down, she asked boldly, “You do know you are scheduled for an abortion, don’t you?”

But the only response I gave her was bawling my eyes and shaking my head. 

She immediately reached for her phone and began searching for a contact. The next thing I heard was a familiar voice.

“Is it done yet?” the cold and domineering voice of my child’s father has spoken.  

But Dr. Stone gave him a scolding, “How dare you insult me and my profession, Clyde! Since you did something unprofessional, I’ll level down with you, you jerk!”

I was astounded by what I heard, but so was Clyde. 

“What do you mean, Victoria? Why are you calling me when it’s not even done yet?” he queried. 

“Too bad, the jokes on you. I can report you and this woman right here can sue you for tricking her into aborting her baby!" She argued like a pro. 

“Why do you keep babbling? I gave that woman her money’s worth to get rid of that thing!” he yelled. 

Dr. Stone looked at me with contempt. 

“Did he send you money?” she asked and I nodded. 

“Did you agree with aborting this baby?” she asked again and this time, I shook my head.

Their conversation went on and on until Dr. Stone hung up. 

“Just wait until he gets here. Are you feeling much better?” she checked on me. 

After a few minutes, a figure showed up at her door clinic, his face full of rage as he stormed in. 

But the woman in front of me clearly didn’t get intimidated by Clyde’s presence, instead her face displayed strong disappointment towards him. 

“Dammit, Clyde! You think money could solve this? And you had the nerve to involve me in this?” she yelled at him. 

“You’ve done this before, why the hell are you acting high and mighty now,” Clyde strode towards her. 

I saw Dr. Stone shook her head, while my hand was still in my belly covering it, “Women with consent, yes!”

“But this woman…” pointing at me, “...has not even an ounce of clue on what’s going to happen here! You ready to stoop down this low?” she crossed her arms while questioning him.

The tension between these two contributed to my breathing. 

“So you’re not going to do it?” Clyde responded by slamming the table. 

But she went back to Clyde and pronounced right to his face, “Breaking news, genius. I won’t abort this fetus until the mother says so!”