Chapter 4

Chapter 4

As the days passed, the temperature began to rise unusually.

Several countries around the world started experiencing extreme heat waves, with temperatures soaring up to 122 degrees Fahrenheit. In poorer and less developed nations, the death toll was devastating.

By mid-June, the authorities began issuing heat warnings.

"Temperatures in some areas will reach up to 104 degrees Fahrenheit. Please take precautions to stay cool and hydrated..."

The news broadcasted on TV. In previous summers, many parts of the country had also seen temperatures above 104 degrees Fahrenheit.

So, many people didn't take it seriously.

But I knew this was just the beginning.

The temperature here had already climbed to 100 degrees. Just stepping outside made me break into a sweat.

At this time, Dylan finally called me.

"Hello? Elliana, did you give the cat and dog to your classmates?"

"The weather's been so hot lately. When are you coming back?"

I almost forgot, I still had to handle his family.

I fiddled with the abortion record in my hand, a smile tugging at my lips.

"Don't worry, honey. Everything's arranged. I'll be back tomorrow."

The next day, when I returned home, I found that Dylan had actually cooked for me.

Before we got married, he promised we would share the housework equally. But after we got married, he never cooked a single meal.

I did all the housework myself. He told me he had to take on the responsibility of earning money to support the family.

But before I resigned to become a full-time housewife, my salary was twice his.

Perhaps feeling guilty, Dylan took the initiative to cook to welcome me back.

Seeing that I had actually given Cookie and Fluffy away, Susan's attitude towards me softened a bit.

After dinner, she excitedly said she wanted to pick out clothes and toys for her precious grandson.

I scoffed, "The baby isn't even born yet. How do you know if it's a boy or a girl?"

Her face immediately turned cold.

"I said it's a grandson, so it must be a grandson!"

"If it's a girl, how will our family name continue?"

"If you can't give birth to a grandson, I'll throw both you and the baby out of the house!"

I knew she could definitely do it.

After all, she had already done it once before.

Susan bought a huge pile of baby boy clothes and supplies, along with several bottles of disinfectant.

She said it was because I kept cats and dogs, making the house full of germs. She wanted to clean the house inside and out to prevent her grandson from getting sick.

But all her efforts were actually unnecessary.

Because I had already aborted the baby.

Her precious grandson was probably already incinerated as medical waste.