Sean pushed me so hard that I felt a pain in my spine and a dull pain in my belly.

The door was slammed shut, and the police came quickly to lock it.

I ran up and grabbed the small window on the door and shouted, "Sean Jessop, I'm pregnant with your child!"

"Then you're going to die with the baby!"

In the dark corridor, I heard the cruel curse of man.

I stand there, wronged and angry!

The next day I was in prison. I met Daniell and he said he would help me find a lawyer to sue.

Later, however, he was embarrassed to tell me that none of the experienced lawyers would accept the case. Only some new lawyers are going to try. Although the chance of winning the lawsuit was very small, he hopes that I won't give up.

Don't give up. How could I not give up?

A month later, I was taken to court and stood in the dock.

Molly Carter was sitting in a wheelchair, wearing a beautiful sandy dress with long hair tied in a beautiful bun and decent makeup.

And I was wearing a prison uniform and a despondent face.

It was like two kinds of life from now on.

Daniell's young lawyer for me was obviously inexperienced and was silent when he was asked a few questions by the opposing lawyer.

As a result, I was not surprised.

I was convicted of intentional injury for a year and a half.

After the verdict was passed, I refused and appealed. Shortly afterwards, the appeal was dismissed.

I went to jail.

By that time, my belly was getting bigger and bigger. I realized that this was a life. When I went to prison, I told the guard, "I'm pregnant!"

The female prison guard lifted up my clothes. She looked at my slightly larger belly and found a pregnancy stick for me to check.

After confirming that I was pregnant, I was put in a single cell, and then she went and reported to her superiors.

At that time, I thought that I could at least go to the doctor on bail and have the baby born smoothly.

Unexpectedly, I was sleeping in a daze that night. Suddenly several people broke into my room. They tied me to a half-amputated bed they had pushed forward and strapped my legs across the shelves on both sides. I realized that the situation was wrong and shouted for help!

But no one came at all!

I struggled desperately. Among the people who came, there were four people who grabbed my limbs and one person who held a forceps and stretched out into my vagina.

"No, no, no!" I was so scared that I cried out for mercy. "Please, don't, don't kill my child!"

But the man didn't stop his hand and the forceps went straight in.

"Ah!"

Ouch!

It hurts!

I shouted!

My voice echoed in the corridor of the prison.

I could feel the forceps stirring in my uterus and then something came out.

That was my child. Just now he was still a living life, but now he has become a pool of blood!

I hate them!

The whole process lasted about half an hour.

I keep yelling. I keep fighting.

When it was all over, my whole body was exhausted, and my thin prison uniform was wiped out by my sweat.

They untied me and threw me back into bed. They were going to leave, and I ran after them in spite of the pain.

One of them put me back to my cell with great strength.

When the iron door slammed shut, I only heard one of them say, "Don't blame us for being ruthless. You offended the wrong person."

"The person who shouldn't be offended..." I mumbled.

I can't think of anyone but Sean Jessop.

I knelt on the floor with my hands over my belly.

He killed our baby.

At the thought of this matter, all my love suddenly turned into hatred!!