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Sophia was provoked by the word “b*stard.” She subconsciously covered her stomach with her hands and retorted, “He is not a b*stard! He is my child!”
“What did you say?! Say it again!”
Carl was shocked that his usually obedient daughter had actually retorted. If David had not stopped him, he would have given her a good beating with the feather duster.
“Dad, she is pregnant now. You can’t hit her!”
Laura, who had always been weak, looked at her husband Carl with dissatisfaction and reproached him, “What are you doing? Your daughter is now in a huge predicament. As her father, it’s fine if you don’t comfort her, but why did you have to go all amok on her?”
David continued, “Dad, calm down first. Let mom and sister talk about it.”
Carl snorted reluctantly and kept his silence.
Sophia left Laura’s arms.
Laura wiped away the tears on her face and said gently, “My dear daughter, your father asked you to abort the child for your own good. You’re still in school. If you don’t abort the child, it will affect your academics. Moreover, you’re so young. How are you going to start a relationship and get married with a child?”
“I know, but I… can’t…”
Laura sighed and continued, “As a mother, I understand how you feel. Actually, I think differently from your father. I hope that you can give birth to your own child.”
Sophia widened her eyes in surprise.
Carl was stunned.
“However, to give birth to a child, you must find the father of the child and marry him.”
This… was indeed a solution.
“Then, what if I can’t find him?” Sophia thought gloomily.
“If you can’t find him, then mom’s attitude will be the same as dad’s. If you can’t find the father of the child, you’ll become a single mother after giving birth. It’s very difficult to survive being a single mother, you will suffer.”
Laura looked at her lovingly. “I can’t bear to see you go through the hardships, just like you can’t bear to abort your own child.”
David said, “No matter what, we have to find this man. If he’s a real man, he will take responsibility. At that time, it will be Sophia’s choice on the marriage and the child.”
“It’s better to just abort the child. We have to find the person, but we can’t keep the child!” Although Carl had calmed down, his attitude was still firm.
Sophia looked at her parents and brother and said, “Let me think about it.”
Although her father stubbornly wanted her to abort the child, she was the sole decision-maker.
At night, Sophia lay in her own bed, thinking about what had happened that day over and over again.
She thought about the school nurse who kept asking her if she had a boyfriend, the gynecologist who handed her pregnancy report.
If she wanted to abort the baby, now would be the best time…
She thought about her mother’s words.
If she could find the father of the baby, it wouldn’t be a difficult decision for her to have the baby, would it?
Who was the father of the baby?
She remembered that it was her roommate Anita’s birthday party, which was held at her house. Many of her classmates and Anita’s friends were there. She drank some wine. A few glasses later, she felt tipsy and retreated to the bedroom to rest.
It was the same night that she woke up and thought she had a wet dream.
The man on top of her was very tall. He could hold her whole body in his arms. He had a good figure. His shoulders were wide and his waist was narrow. A fit guy, he was very strong.
His palms were very big. His fingers were long and had some calluses. When he pressed down on her, he would use his big hand to hold her small hand, so that their fingers would be interlaced. She was pressed down in a submissive position on bed, rendering her unable to resist. She could only allow him to do whatever he wanted.
In the dimly lit room, she could not see his face clearly. She could only see that he had a perfect jaw that only handsome men had. When he ran through her body, his forehead would sweat a lot, some of the sweat would drip down his chin onto her body, giving her a sticky itch.
There was also his voice. Although she could not remember the exact tone of his voice now, the feeling that her heart would beat faster when she heard his breathing was deeply imprinted in her mind.
His technique… was also very good. He was very forceful, especially as he thrust his lower body against hers. Yet, he was gentle at other times.
He would patiently kiss her, caress her whole body to the point of arousal, and had given her time to get used to his size. Apart from constantly wanting her to call him “daddy”, he did not do anything to hurt her, not even leaving a bite mark on her body…
She was indeed satisfied and was attracted by the man’s dominance. That dreamy night, it was her who played along to the man’s aggression.
Sophia blushed and thought about what happened that night, but she still didn’t think of any information that could reveal a man’s identity. Instead, she was attracted by the erotic images in her mind, which made her feel a little dazed. She subconsciously squeezed her legs.
Who was it?