I nodded since I did not intend to hide from him, "He planned to divorce me at first. If I told him about the child, he might see that as a way of threatening him not to divorce."
He raised his eyebrows. "But he knows by now. What is your next plan?"
The words struck me and I was too stunned to say a word for a second.
I looked at him and asked tentatively, "Do you think Hendrix will accept this child?"
"I'm not Hendrix," he said as he put the phone back into his pocket before he turned to me, "But Hendrix is already 30 years old. So, there's no reason for him not to accept the child."
Just as he finished his words, he put both his hands in the white lab coat and walked out of the room.
If this was the case, would Hendrix accept the child?
But after all, I got excite
