The Echoes of Our Past Chapter 2

After coaxing Leo to sleep, I pulled up Ethan's number.

I hesitated for a long time, but still didn't dial.

Ethan and I had been apart for six years.

At first, we both thought we could fight fate.

Back then, my family suddenly went bankrupt. The Vance family broke off our engagement and, hiding it from Ethan, engaged him to Mia.

For me, he broke off the engagement with Mia regardless of the consequences.

He even gave up his position as the heir, taking a beating from Grandpa Vance according to family law that left him bedridden for half a month.

Seeing me cry, he endured the pain, a lazy smile on his lips as he coaxed me in a low voice.

I thought everything would be fine.

The bankruptcy would be fine, Ethan would be fine, the future would be fine.

But it wasn't.

Ethan and I secretly got married, hiding it from everyone.

Perhaps because of Ethan's unwavering commitment to me from beginning to end, after getting pregnant, I never once thought about not wanting the baby.

Until the eve of giving birth.

I endured the pain and called him for a long time, but Ethan never answered.

My neighbors rushed me to the hospital. When I woke up, I saw a cold and indifferent Ethan.

I didn't know why someone could change so drastically overnight.

So much so that his eyes were filled with unfamiliarity and disgust when he looked at me.

Mia came to see me once.

From her, I learned the truth about this world.

Due to a system error in timing, when the late female lead appeared, the male lead had already developed feelings for someone else.

As the price of correction, the male lead's erroneous feelings began to invert.

However much he loved me before, that's how much he hated me now.

Mia looked at me with pity and sorrow. Before leaving, she asked in a low voice, have you thought about what will happen to your child's future?

I was suddenly stunned, feeling a bit lost.

I didn't know who to hate anymore.

Should I hate Ethan? But he didn't even understand his own feelings.

Should I hate fate? But what's the use of hating? I couldn't change anything.

At that time, my parents were in a car accident on their way to the hospital to see me. They were in a coma and might be vegetables for the rest of their lives.

I was on the verge of breaking down. My mind kept replaying everything Mia had said. I just felt that this bastard world was so, so exhausting.

When I pushed open the window and looked down, the baby by the hospital bed suddenly started wailing loudly.

I thought in a daze, what would happen to him if I died?

Would this world tolerate his existence?

Would he be abused by Mia?

Or would he be like me, despised by Ethan, enduring countless grievances alone, and finally dying silently while everyone hoped for it?

I started trembling all over. I went back to the bedside, my hands shaking as they reached for his neck.

I wanted to take him with me.

But then he stopped crying. His red, teary eyes stared at me eagerly, as if no matter where we went, he just wanted to be with his mother.

It wasn't until the nurses and bodyguards noticed something was wrong, rushed in, and pushed me away hard.

I looked down at my trembling hands, only then realizing what absurd thing I had almost done under Mia's suggestion.

The news quickly reached the Vance family. Grandpa Vance specifically asked to see me, starting a fight for custody of the child.

I didn't ask for anything. I threw away the Ethan who despised me, gave up custody, and straightforwardly signed the divorce papers.

I only asked for two million dollars.

Youth doesn't know the taste of sorrow.

The Miss Hastings who once casually threw around millions would now find herself at a dead end for a few thousand dollars in hospital bills.

From beginning to end, Ethan never appeared.

His disgust for me reached the point where he didn't even want to look at me.

So, I accepted my fate.

I threw away our tangled feelings, and even gave up the child.

I let him go, and I let myself go.

I didn't snap out of my reverie until a soft little bundle buried its head into my arms.

Leo closed his eyes, let out a soft grunt, and curled up sweetly in my arms. As if finally finding a comfortable position, he fell fast asleep.

He uneasily gripped the hem of my shirt tightly, as if afraid I would disappear the moment he opened his eyes.

I looked at that innocent, tender face and couldn't help but sigh softly.

If he knew his mother had wanted to strangle him right after he was born, would he still have come looking for me?

He would probably run as far away from me as possible.