Chapter 2 I'm pregnant, but I have cancer

When I walked out of the detention center, I saw Chris's blue Maserati at a glance. He came up to me with a gloomy face, dragged me into the car and took me to the place where Helen jumped off the building. "Chris, do you want to jump by yourself, or do you want me to help you?" Chris is not joking, he is serious. "Not me." I explained anxiously to him: "When I arrived, she had already jumped." "You are still lying!" Chris's face showed a painful look: "Nora heard you arguing with her sister!" The reason Nora lied must be because she hated me because of her sister! "Chris, that's not true. Believe me, I really didn't lie!" "Believe you?" Chris stepped forward, grabbed me by the neck and pressed me against the fence of the top terrace: "The facts are right in front of me. Soon after Helen jumped down, you appeared!" His eyes were red: "You designed it from the beginning, didn't you? How did you sleep in my bed on my engagement night with Helen?" "I drank too much, I was drunk and unconscious, and I woke up..." I finally couldn't help tears: "I don't remember anything at that time, I am a victim like you!" The hatred on Chris's face became stronger. He pinched his lips and pinched my arm to lean out. Gradually, most of my body had leaned out of the fence. "It was your conspiracy from the beginning." Chris's voice was low. "It was a fatal blow to Helen on our engagement night. She was your best friend. How could you bear it?" "I really don't know anything, please, don't!" I shouted in fear. "Afraid? Helen was forced to jump from here by you. Isn't it fair for you to go down with her now?" Chris's voice was full of sadness. His lips pressed tightly, as if he were making up his mind. Maybe the next second, he would resolutely let go. I struggled to hold Chris's hand and looked at him with pleading tears: "I didn't do anything, believe me!" Chris's face flashed a look of struggle, and his hands trembled slightly. For a moment, he dragged me in and threw me on the ground. "Damn you, Chris." Chris hugged his head painfully: "Just a little, I..." His voice stopped abruptly. "Bang!" The door of the top terrace was suddenly pushed open vigorously, and then an anxious woman's voice came: "Brother-in-law, don't do this." It was Helen's sister Nora. She ran to Chris in three steps and two steps and firmly grasped his arm: "Don't catch yourself for such a bitch!" Chris looked down at me with red eyes and was coughing violently. He turned away and said in a hoarse voice, "Don't let me see you again, or even if I have to lose my own life, I will kill you and avenge Helen!" He turned abruptly and left quickly. Nora came up. She raised her hand at me and gave me a slap in the face: "This is for my sister! Chris, you can't get anything!" Then, she ran after Chris. I curled up on the ground with my burning face covered. The death of my best friend Helen and the extreme glimpse of Chris's resentment when he left lingered in my heart. I really want to know the truth of all this. Since then, I have never seen Chris again, and I don't think there will be any intersection with him in this life. Three months later, I came out of the hospital with a trance, clutching two diagnosis reports tightly, one good and one bad news. The good news is: I am three months pregnant. Through the instrument, the baby in my belly can already hear the clear heartbeat. And the bad news is that I was diagnosed with cervical cancer. Between the baby and my own life, I resolutely chose the child. I can't let anyone know that I am seriously ill, otherwise it will reach my parents' ears, and they will definitely let me abort the child for treatment. After sitting by the river all day, I finally made up my mind to find Chris. After I died, the child needed a way out, that is, a birthright, although Chris probably wouldn't accept the child.