Sean quickly grabbed my arm!

Although his eyes were gentle, his hands were strong, "honey, don't be afraid. It will be over soon!"

"No, let me go!"

I shouted.

Because I was so emotional and moved so much, the cut on my face hurt so much.

But I could feel Sean's determination. He was really going to control me and let me take my medicine.

I didn't want to.

"Darling, take the medicine, OK?" Sean hugged me.

"No, I can't take medicine. My baby will die!" I struggled desperately and slapped him to let go of me.

But I was not as strong as Sean.

He pressed me on the bed and took all three bottles with one hand. He took out three pills again, "honey, just take them."

"No, the person in the video is really not me. Please believe me..."

I wanted to go on and made Sean believe me.

"Well, I believe you."

Even though Sean said that, I felt the sadness and more cruelty in his eyes.

He was going to kill my baby!

I knew he didn't believe me.

He said, reaching out to remove my mask.

I was completely under his pressure so I couldn't move.

But when he took off my mask, he froze, "your face..."

He looked at me and seemed to forget his purpose. He put his hand a centimeter from my face. He looked sad.

I didn't know why he did it. Because I just screamed and struggled, the wound on my face cracked and I was numb.

I could do nothing but speak instinctively.

I could move when Sean was distracted. I lifted my legs and hit him directly in the most vulnerable place!

Sean inhaled and subconsciously leaned to protect his crotch.

I took the chance to escape him and rushed out!

I couldn't run fast, but maybe God was helping me!

When I came out, I saw Barton coming out of the elevator. When he got out of the elevator and saw me, he was a little surprised. I ignored him and rushed in as the elevator door was about to close!

As I turned around, I saw Sean coming out. I stood still when the elevator door closed.

At that time, I naively thought I had escaped.

But when the elevator door opened, all my hopes disappeared in a flash!

I felt desperate.

Three bodyguards in black blocked the elevator door. When they saw me, they came up and held my hands.

Eric stood behind them.

When I saw him, I shouted, "Eric, please let me go! Please!"

"Sorry, Miss Carter."

Eric said apologetically.

But I didn't want to.

At this time, another elevator door opened. I saw Sean come out and come up to me. He said dejectedly, "honey, go back and take the medicine."

"No, I don't want to..." I looked at Sean sadly and cried, "I swear I'll only plead with you once in my life. If I really get sick later, I will commit suicide and not involve you."

"What?" Sean looked down at me. His eyes were filled with anger.

I hesitated for a moment and looked up at his eyes. "I will die with my baby in my stomach."

Anyway, there was no one in the world worthy of my nostalgia.

If so, it could be Daisy.

But sooner or later, she would meet a man who loved her and she would be very happy.

"That's what you're going to do?" When I was thinking about Daisy, I heard him say angrily.

The voice seemed to be wrapped in ice, and I felt cold all over.

"Yes, that's what I am going to do. Either this baby lives or I die with my baby."

I had made my decision.

If my baby died, I wouldn't live.

Sean took one look at the bodyguards and signaled them to let me go.

Then he took both my hands and sneered, "very good!"

He just bent over and picked me up, "okay, you want to bet, right? I'll bet with you!"

With that, he went straight out.

"Let me go!" I didn't know what Sean meant!

But now I felt afraid!

Barton came over and saw Sean carrying me out. He ran after him. "what's the matter? Will she take the medicine?"

"No!"

"No."

Sean and I spoke in unison.

Barton looked at us suspiciously, but he also seemed to understand something. He sighed. "OK, now that you've decided, I don't mind. But you must come to the hospital every two weeks for two months. If the results are ok, you have a good chance of not getting infected."

Would it take me two months to know? It was really a tough process.

When I was depressed, Sean suddenly looked at Barton and asked him, "what's the probability of the disease spreading?"

Wsn't it 100%?

I always thought it was 100%!

"Well..." Barton looked down and thought, "in general, men are more likely to infect women, but they are all under 10 percent."

Maybe I was sure I hadn't had sex with the black men so I didn't think it was a high probability.

Sean nodded.

Barton looked in my face. "Where are you going? Do you want to bandage the wound on your face for later treatment?"

"OK."

Sean quickly agreed.

Barton took me to the treatment room. Sean followed me and kept the bodyguards outside.

In the treatment room, before the nurse took off the gauze for me, I looked at Sean standing aside, "can you go out and wait for me..."

"... OK."

Even though Sean hesitated, he agreed.

I didn't want him to see my face.

When he went out and the nurse took off the gauze for me, I knew that my face was broken and bleeding. The mixture of blood and gauze made me very painful.

I clenched my fist and bit my lips with my teeth, but my tears were running down.

I used to hate crying, because it didn't work.

But I had changed a lot recently.

When the nurse took off the gauze for me to apply the medicine, I hesitated for a moment and asked, "is there a mirror? I want to see my face."