Chapter 6

　　She was taken to the operating room. 　　"Mrs. Fu, take off your pants and spread your legs. We are ready to operate on you." The doctor, wearing a mask, looked at her and stood by the bed, staring at her without expression. 　　"Back off! Don't touch me! I don't want to abort my child!” 　　"I’m sorry, Mrs. Fu." The doctor bowed to her. "This was Mr. Fu's order, we cannot disobey him." 　　"No! You're breaking the law!" 　　Zoey ran straight to the window, and desperately pleaded with the doctor, "You’re a doctor, but you sound more like a gangster. I'd rather jump down here and die with my child!" 　　Fifteen minutes later, Zoey came out of the operating room. 　　Jerome and Xyrille were sitting on the bench in the corridor. They saw her coming out with a pale face. He handed her the divorce agreement, his face devoid of expression. 　　"Xyrille is pregnant. Sign it and I'll let your father come out safely." 　　Zoey was full of sorrow. 　　She had begged him, but he didn't care about Zoey or her child. But 15 minutes after finding out that Xyrille was pregnant, he was ready to give her his name. That, and everything else that he would not give her. 　　It was over. 　　"Zoey, I'm sorry." Xyrille covered her abdomen with guilt and remorse, even took Zoey's hand and said to her face, "It’s my fault. I seduced Jerome. You can beat me and scold me. As long as you can be happy, even if you want me to kowtow to you, I have no complaints. It's just Zoey, I have a child. I can't let my child be fatherless. Can you forgive me this time?" 　　The crisp sound of her hand filled the air, as it made contact with Xyrille’s face. 　　For a few seconds, there was silence. 　　"Xyrille,” Zoey vowed, “One day you will get what you deserve. Everyone will find out what a dirty heart you have!" 　　"Zoey, have you said enough?" Jerome held Xyrille in his arms and glanced coldly at Zoey. "I think the dirtiest heart here belongs to you!" 　　With that, he led Xyrille away. 　　Xyrille covered the side of her face with her hand. "Jerome, Zoey is just angry about the whole situation. I deserve what she said to me." 　　"Stop!" Zoey called after them. "I didn't say I won't sign. After all, you want to give your sweetheart a name.” She walked over to them. “How can you do this without my signature?" 　　She gripped the pen, and with bitterness in her heart, she signed her name on it the divorce agreement. 　　"Happy divorce, Mr. Fu," Zoey said in a sarcastic tone. Though Zoey's heart was broken, outwardly, her mouth was curled in a sneer. 　　Inside, she felt like she was dying. She was now, once more, Zoey Xu. 　　Jerome was stunned by how quickly she agreed, he had been expecting more resistance, and was even willing to sweeten the deal. She didn’t even negotiate any terms. 　　But he soon came to his senses. Hasn’t he wanted this for years? He should be happy!