Then, I heard a familiar voice resounded from the other side of the line. "Anna, we can't keep this child."
With one single statement of his, I fell off the perch into devastation.
Swallowed by hatred and despair, I was on the verge of mental breakdown.
I glared at the woman with hatred. "I, Anna John, swear in my name, that I will seek revenge and never forgive you murderers."
But she merely glanced at me contemptuously. "You're just overestimating yourself. What a joke."
After that, she looked at the doctor nonchalantly. "Do it!"
Then, the woman left the ward without looking back.
There were only the doctor and me left in the ward. The room was filled with spine-chilling dead silence.
I knew that struggling further was useless at this moment. I looked at the doctor in front of me
