Shen Jinmo coldly pulled his hand back from hers and pushed Jiang Jingyu away expressionlessly.
“I am not your son, but merely a tool you use to unite with outsiders to achieve your desires through procreation. But you forget that I am a human being, not a machine. Whether I have a child or not is a decision only I can make.”
"Fine, fine, if you don't want to have the baby, then let Song Anran have it done. Just don't be angry with your mother." Jiang Jingyu was truly frightened looking at Shen Jingmo like this.
She was afraid of losing the child completely.
Song Anran had an abortion, but there are still alternative embryos available, so more women can fulfill the task of continuing the family line.
“I will have the servants pack your belongings. You can move to the nursing home first thing tomorrow morning. I will send a sum of money to the nursing home every day, enough for you to eat and wear. Our bond as mother and son has come to an end.”
After announcing his decision.
Jiang Jingyu turned pale and slumped onto the sofa, unable to recover for a long time.
"Shen Jinmo! I am your mother, I gave birth to you and raised you for almost thirty years, and this is how you treat me?"
"I don't have a mother like you."
Shen Jinmo's mind was made up, and there was no room for negotiation.
He then turned and left the old house.
He drove to Zhuolou alone.
Unable to drive the car in, he parked it outside the building.
Through the car window, a person stared blankly at the light on the second floor.
I stayed downstairs all night, without closing my eyes.
Daylight broke.
It's time to put an end to this!
Shen Jinmo sent a WeChat message to Song Anran.
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