CHAPTER 193: CHAPTER 193: SUMMER NOLAN GOES TO THE HOSPITAL FOR AN ABORTION...

"Finding someone could also risk exposure," Raymond Dawson made an excuse.

"I think you just can’t bear to deal with her, right? Then don’t think about having me withdraw the lawsuit. If you want to be with her, then get out with nothing.

With Summer Nolan helping me with this case, you’re sure to lose," Mrs. Dawson said with a cold, confident smile.

Raymond Dawson looked at this fat woman, gritting his teeth secretly, wishing he could kill her right away and make her disappear from his sight! Does she think she can spend the money I earned? Does she have the life for it?

He rolled his eyes, deciding to appease her first, "Who said I can’t bear to deal with her? That night, she drugged my drink, that’s why I was tricked by her.

She’s the one who ruined my reputation. If you want me to deal with her, then fine!"

Mrs. Dawson looked at him, "Then show me. As long as she gets her arms broken and her face disfigured, I’ll withdraw the lawsuit and forgive you, then have Summer Nolan get the money back."

"Alright... I’ll make arrangements. I have to trick that woman out of the hospital. There are too many people and surveillance cameras there. When the time comes, I’ll handle it myself. It’s not worth trusting others; what if they sell me out?

You can watch from the side then, to make sure you trust me..." Raymond Dawson said to her, forcing himself to kiss her face with disgust.

Mrs. Dawson looked at his serious and sincere expression, somewhat believing his words. Then she would see for herself at that time if he would deal with that little vixen!

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Summer Nolan could only wash vegetables. When she cut them, they were uneven, some thick, some thin, ugly and messy. Ian Sterling stood beside her, unable to help but laugh.

She was so capable in the workplace, but so adorably clueless in the kitchen.

In the end, he cut them himself and made a simple three-dish and one-soup home-cooked meal, all very light. During dinner, although Summer Nolan was tempted by the aroma, she couldn’t help but feel nauseous, though she managed to hold it back.

She ate very little.

"Why are you eating so little? Eat more. Even if you have a cold, you need to replenish nutrients to build resistance." Ian Sterling picked a bit of steamed fish, not putting it in her bowl, but feeding it directly to her mouth—

"I can eat by myself." Summer Nolan said, somewhat embarrassed.

"You won’t let me kiss or hug, and now you won’t let me feed you a bite? Do you even consider me your boyfriend?" he asked in a grievance tone.

"I’m just afraid of passing the cold to you," she said.

"I’m not afraid. Just eat and stop talking." He said domineeringly.

Summer Nolan, a bit helpless, could only open her mouth to eat—

Ian Sterling picked another shrimp and offered it to her, "Eat some more shrimp. It’s also very nutritious. Do you not eat well usually? There’s not much meat on you."

"I’m neither fat nor thin. But, do men all like women with more flesh?" Summer Nolan asked with a smile.

"Not fat or thin? That’s because you don’t give me a chance to ’understand’ you better." He glanced at her body, his meaningful eyes filled with a sense of grievance.

Only when you’re intimate will you truly understand the other’s body.

Summer Nolan understood what he meant by ’understand,’ blushed, and pushed away the food he was offering, coldly snorting, "Rogue, just eat your meal."

"I want to be a rogue to my girlfriend. I think that’s my right. Attorney Nolan, doesn’t that seem justified?" Ian Sterling teased, looking at her flushed face.

"I won’t talk about this topic with you anymore." She snorted coldly.

The next morning, Summer Nolan didn’t rush to work but went directly to the hospital, preparing to have the surgery done that morning.

Otherwise, it would affect her work too much.

She didn’t go to the hospital where her sister was admitted and was surprised by the number of people in the gynecology department. Dozens of people were ahead in line, thanks to waking up late this morning.

Before, she always got up when the alarm rang in the morning. This morning, after the alarm rang, she turned it off and fell back asleep.

She glanced at the time; it was already half-past nine.

"Ring ring..." Her phone suddenly rang. She checked the caller ID—it was Elias Spencer, likely work-related. She answered, "Hello, what’s up?"

"Why aren’t you at work yet? What are you doing?" Elias Spencer asked intentionally, already informed by the bodyguard that she had gone to the hospital in the morning and was still in the gynecology department!

He was curious, why did she go to gynecology?

Did Ian Sterling transmit some illness to her? That man seemed quite self-disciplined, unlikely to have an illness.

Or was it she who had some gynecological issue?

"Oh, I... am meeting a client outside, will be there later," Summer Nolan made an excuse, unaware that two of his bodyguards were secretly following her.

In truth, Elias Spencer meant well, just wanting to ensure her safety.

"You’re meeting a client outside?" he asked with a chuckle. Suddenly, the phone emitted the sound of a hospital PA paging a patient, and Summer Nolan quickly covered the receiver and frowned. Did he hear it?

"Is there some work matter, Attorney Spencer? If not, I’ll hang up first," she said without explanation, ready to hang up, when suddenly Elias Spencer asked:

"What are you doing in gynecology?"

She was stunned. How did he know she was in gynecology? Didn’t she send that bodyguard to monitor Raymond Dawson yesterday?

"This is my business, not related to you."

Seeing her unwillingness to talk, Elias Spencer had to say in a somber voice, "Then I’ll come find you."

"Why are you coming? Don’t you have a girlfriend? Why come to care about me?" Summer Nolan was flustered. If he came, how could she proceed with the abortion? If he found out, it would definitely be a hassle.

"Then what illness do you have?" he asked again, somberly.

Summer Nolan rubbed her forehead and had no choice but to lie, "Cough... just a little infection. This is a woman’s private matter. Isn’t it awkward for an ex-boyfriend to ask so much?"

A little infection? From being with Ian Sterling too much? Elias Spencer smiled bitterly. Even though they had completely separated, it still felt uncomfortable.

A painful, piercing feeling like a needle poking.

His hand tightly gripped the phone, unable to speak a word, his throat seemingly choked by a stone. He hung up the phone and stared blankly at the back of the chair, with no mood to work.

Seeing him hang up, Summer Nolan also put away her phone, feeling an inexplicable discomfort in her heart...

Sitting beside her, a pregnant woman with a big belly suddenly exclaimed softly. Her belly was poked up with a small bump, yet she touched it with a full smile of happiness:

"Little guy, stop causing trouble, or Mommy will spank your little butt when you come out."

Summer Nolan couldn’t help but turn her head to look at the belly. Sometimes a bump protruded here, sometimes there. The baby seemed very mischievous.

The pregnant woman noticed her staring at her belly and asked with a smile, "Do you like kids?"

"I haven’t taken care of any, so I don’t know," she said.

"Would you like to interact with my baby a bit? He loves to interact with people,"

The pregnant woman said warmly, placing Summer Nolan’s hand on her belly. Immediately, the little one inside responded with a few bumps.

Summer Nolan found it fascinating, her heart involuntarily warmed—

"What are you here to check on?" the pregnant woman asked.

After a pause, she uttered two words, "...Abortion."