“Our Jun family has been single-line descendants for generations. We don’t mind if the daughter-in-law’s status is low, but we must ensure the absolute health of the Jun family bloodline,” Lin Xianghua said matter-of-factly. “Your mother was a CR virus carrier. Currently, the cure rate is only twenty percent, and most importantly, this virus can be inherited. We don’t want to take that risk. Do you understand?”
“Madam Jun, don’t say anymore. I know what to do. But I also want to tell you that having money and status doesn’t make you noble,” An Can unconsciously touched her slightly protruding belly. Becoming pregnant was something she never expected, and she had been struggling, while Lin Xianghua was simply making the final decision for her.
“What about Jun Hao?” Lin Xianghua was still somewhat worried. She didn’t want to harm an innocent child, but for the Jun family, she had no choice.
“I will tell him the truth,” An Can challenged her with her gaze.
“Do you think he’ll believe you? Will he want this child? Everyone knows he’s currently on vacation in Europe with Leng Xiang,” Lin Xianghua, usually well-mannered, was now angry: “If he truly cared for you, would he abandon you and your child to be with another woman?”
“Don’t worry, I’ll do as you want,” An Can laughed without hostility: “This child is mine. Whether to keep or discard is my decision alone.” Her laugh was mixed with tears, realizing she had overestimated her own importance.
“Take this,” Lin Xianghua pulled out a small bottle: “It causes less harm to the human body.”
An Can stood and took the bottle: “It seems you’re certain I’ll do as you say.”
Lin Xianghua, not entirely heartless, added: “If you need help in the future, you can always find me.”
“No need. Before meeting him, I lived a colorful life for over twenty years. I believe I can still live well without him,” An Can spoke easily, only she knew how heavy each step would be.
