The Heir That Wasn't His

Synopsis

"Do the surgery, we'll file for a divorce tomorrow." Kyle Dawson's voice was cold. He stood at the entrance of the obstetrics and gynecology department. His black coat was still on, and the chill from outside clung to his shoulders. Behind him stood a woman. Her long hair was slightly curled, and her face was pale. She held a young boy about three years old in her arms. His nose was red, like he had been crying. The moment the child saw Kyle, he gently fell into Kyle's arms and called out in a sweet voice, "Daddy." I had just gotten back my pregnancy test results. Six weeks pregnant. It was the early stages of intrauterine pregnancy, and the fetal heartbeat could be heard. Just a while ago, the doctor was smiling at me, saying that all was good with the baby, that my family should take note to take care of me so that I do not get too tired. And now, the baby, who was only the size of a mung bean, had been sentenced to death by its own father. I clutched the report, my fingertips turning white. I looked up at Kyle. "What did you just say?" Kyle's gaze landed on me. It was ice-cold. "Sloane Brooks, get rid of the baby. The Dawson family cannot have two heirs at the same time," Kyle ordered.