Upon receiving the news, Atticus Finch rushed to the hospital at the earliest opportunity. By the time he arrived, Tom Joad had already left. Atticus looked at Daisy Buchanan, who was still sleeping in the hospital bed. Her features were delicate, her skin fair, and she looked like a porcelain doll.
At that moment, his emotions were in turmoil.
She was pregnant. Could the child be his?
It should be his, right? But suddenly, he felt a wave of uncertainty.
He couldnt help but recall that night when she was huddled under the blanket, her body marked with signs of struggle. She had been intimate with his brother, and the mocking look in her eyes as she looked at him made him feel like a jester. The pain and anger from that memory still felt fresh and raw.
So, he wasnt sure if the child was his or not!
Daisys eyelashes quivered slightly, and her big eyes slowly opened. Then, she saw Atticus sitting beside her.
An inexplicable sourness welled up in Daisys nose, and she felt an urge to cry.
But she couldnt cry. The difficult and painful situation she was in now was caused by the man in front of her. He wouldnt pity her; he even humiliated her when she begged for his help to find her mother. How could she show weakness in front of him?
"Why are you here?" Daisy asked coldly, trying her best to suppress the pain in her heart.
Atticus was still in a daze, still pondering whose child it could be, when he suddenly heard her cold words, which brought him back to reality.
Why was he here?
He had come because he heard that she was injured and bleeding, and he had been scared out of his wits, driving at breakneck speed, all because he was worried about her.
But what was her attitude now? Did she dislike his presence?
Atticus wanted to give his heart to this woman, but she seemed to disdain his sincerity.
Atticus suddenly laughed coldly and said, "Arent you pregnant? I came to see if the child is gone!"
"I dont know whose child it is, but if its not gone, I suggest you get rid of it as soon as possible!" The cruel words came out of Atticuss mouth.
No matter if the child was his or not, it couldnt be kept. The Finch family would never allow her to keep this child.
There were better ways to handle this, but he chose the most vicious attitude. Under his cold face was a heart full of holes.
Daisy never thought Atticus would say something so cruel. After all, the child was his! Not only did he want her to abort it, but he even doubted its origin.
How could he think so little of her? From beginning to end, she had only been with him!
But he ridiculed and belittled her!
Daisys heart trembled, and even her breathing was painful. She tried her best to endure it and looked straight at Atticus, saying, "Im sorry, the child is not yours, and you have no right to interfere!"
The child was hers; he didnt have a father like him, only her as a mother.
But Atticus didnt think so. His back stiffened in an instant, and although he had guessed that the child might not be his, hearing Daisy deny it personally, he still felt as if he had been stabbed in the heart, bleeding profusely, and in unbearable pain.
His clenched fists trembled incessantly, and Atticus stared at Daisy fiercely. It seemed like a long time had passed, but it also seemed like only a moment when he suddenly got up and left.
He was afraid that if he didnt leave, he would not be able to help but strangle this cold-hearted woman.
Why did she always make him hurt so much, hurting so much that he wished to drag her straight to hell!