"What do you mean?"
"Isn't it because you just had a kidney donation surgery and your health wasn't good, forcing you to abort?"
Isabella’s face twisted into a dark, cryptic smile. "You really are full of yourself."
"Nathan, the real reason is... she’s your child. I hate that she carries your filthy blood. I’m afraid that her genes might carry your bad traits... and I fear that because of her, I’ll never be able to get rid of you—this pile of shit."
Nathan felt a cold sweat break out all over his back, and Isabella’s resolute words shattered all of his delusions. His voice trembled uncontrollably. "Isabella, so you’ve hated me this deeply... for so long?"
"If you weren’t so full of yourself, you’d have realized long ago that I have no feelings left for you."
Nathan’s breath hitched.
