"Really? Then why haven’t you been home these days?" Janice questioned.

Christopher was speechless. He didn’t know how to answer.

Seeing that he didn’t say anything, Janice was surer about her guess.

"You know I’m pregnant, don’t you?" Christopher did not say a word.

"So, you must have struggled in your heart for a long time about how to treat me, right?" she asked again.

He still lowered his head in silence.

His silent attitude was no doubt a confession.

Janice felt that there was nothing left to say.

She hid the fact that she was pregnant from him because she was afraid that this would happen if he found out. But, it still happened.

She was too naive.

She closed her eyes bitterly and tried to calm herself down. "You’ve lost part of your memories, and I know that it’s not easy to accept a pregnant me. I don’t blame you. Let’s end this relationship after this meal."

She was tired and could not bear it anymore.

After that, she stood up with her hand on the table and was about to leave.

"Wait, what if I say I am willing to accept that child?" he said.

Janice stopped, with her back facing him. When she heard this, her entire body froze.

He was saying ’accept’.

That was originally his child. Why did he sound that he so reluctantly?

She felt so sad.

She kept telling herself that it was not his fault. He had lost his memory, but the pain in her heart still intensified uncontrollably.

If she had to give birth to this child under his sympathy or grievances all the time, she would rather divorce him.

In this way, at least neither of them would feel pain.

Thinking of this, she suppressed the emotions in her heart and said, "Don’t force yourself."

She suppressed the tears and rushed upstairs and into the guest room. The moment she closed the door, her tears finally fell.

"Sorry, forgive my cowardice."

She sat on the floor holding her head and sobbed for a while, then she got up and went into the bathroom to wash.

Downstairs, Christopher had been standing in that position. It was not until a long time later that he slowly walked up the stairs.

Both of them would get through a sleepless night.

The next morning, Janice carried a trunk downstairs.

Hearing the noise, Christopher didn’t even have time to put on his shoes before he chased after her. When he saw the suitcase in her hand, he rushed over to stop her without hesitation.

"Don’t go," he stood in front of her and beseeched.

Janice looked at him with a very calm gaze. "Don’t do this. Let’s separate for now."

As she spoke, she walked around him and dragged her suitcase out.

It was not until the door was closed and her figure disappeared from his sight that he came to his senses.

He leaned against the door in a daze. Something warm fell down his cheeks and landed on the back of his hand.

He actually cried.

Janice returned to the apartment by the lake with her suitcase. The house was a gift given by Christopher.

There were a lot of warm memories of them when they were together, which was the best way to heal her heart.

Therefore, she chose to come back here after moving out of the villa.

She walked in and found that it was still the same. However, no one had been here since they had left and dust laid everywhere.

She pulled the suitcase into the house. Looking at the familiar scene inside, she couldn’t help feeling comfortable.

"Baby, this is where Daddy and Mommy used to live. From now on, Mommy will live here with you, okay?"

She rubbed her lower abdomen as she spoke.

"Your dad, he’s not going to abandon us. He just needs time to think it over. Mom believes that if he remembers, he will definitely come to us."

"But now was not the time." She added in her heart.

...

It was difficult for her to make this decision, but she had to. She could not live with a gloomy mood every day. After all, she was not alone now.

As a mother, she had to think for the sake of her child, so it was the best way to separate for the time being.

At this moment, the doorbell suddenly rang.

She was stunned. She had just arrived here, and who could it be?

After a moment’s hesitation, she walked over and opened the door. It was a woman, about in her twenties.

"You are..."

The woman was slightly surprised to see her. She said, "I’m from the next door. I heard some noise here just now, so I came to have a look. No one has been living in this house, so I’m a little curious."

Hearing this, Janice nodded and said, "Oh, I went to another city for a period of time, so the house has always been vacant."

"Oh, then welcome back. I’m Sam. I live across the street. You can ask me for help if you need anything."

"Thank you."

She watched her neighbor leave before closing the door.

This house had been vacant for a long time, and she moved here in such a hurry that she didn’t have time to have someone cleaned it. Now she had to do it herself.

She changed her clothes, went to pick up the cleaning tools, and began to clean up.

Halfway through her work, her phone suddenly rang. She wiped her hands and went to answer the phone.

It was Yvonne calling.

"Janice, I haven’t seen you for a long time. How have you been, recently? How’s my adopted son?"

Janice couldn’t help smiling, "It’s only been two months. Why are you sure that it is a boy?"

"Adopted girl is fine too. It’s just a pet name."

Janice smiled and said, "Apart from having some pregnancy reactions, I’m all good."

"Then come out and meet me. I miss you so much," Yvonne said.

Janice glanced at the messy room. There were still quite a few. She thought to herself, "No matter what it’ll take me a long time to clean it up, so why don’t I take it slow?"

She agreed to her invitation, and hang up the phone. After washing her hands and changing into a set of clean clothes, she went out.

Yvonne told her to meet at a nearby shopping mall.

"You’ve been pregnant for more than two months. Now it’s still convenient for you to go shopping. In another two months, it’ll be difficult for you to do like this."

Yvonne brought her into a store that sold baby care products.

This was Janice’s first stroll in the infant goods store. She looked curiously at those small products on the shelves.

"Yvonne, they’re so cute. Look at this hat! How tiny it is!"

She was holding a small hat on the shelf. It was only the size of a fist. Was it really that small?

What a magical feeling.

Yvonne replied, "Of course. When babies are born, they are usually only about 50 centimeters tall. Think about how big they are."

"50 centimeters! Isn’t that just so short?" Astonished, Janice tried to gesture the length.

Yvonne was not surprised at all.

"You bet! What size do you think your womb could hold?"

Janice thought for a moment and agreed.

"Let’s take them. They are so beautiful."

Yvonne picked out a few sets of baby supplies.

Janice looked at the prices and took a deep breath.

"They... are too expensive."

Any of them would cost more than 1,500 dollars.

Yvonne rolled her eyes at her. "What are you talking about? Babies are so precious. You should give them the best. As his second mother, I’ll buy them and they are gifts for my adopted son." She blinked her eyes and said.

Janice frowned.

"Alas, that’ll be good. They are really not affordable to me." She sighed.

...

Yvonne did not care about the prices, she was not pressed for cash. She handed the items to the cashier, handed over her credit card, then turned to ask.

"By the way, where is your husband?"

Janice did not say anything. She only spoke after Yvonne had paid the bill and they were out of the mall.

"Yvonne, I’ve decided to leave him."

Yvonne was surprised.

"Huh? You... You’re going to make your unborn child fatherless?."

She was a little loud, attracting the attention of passers-by.

Janice was a little embarrassed. "Lower your voice. The baby will hear you."

Yvonne continued.

"Don’t be silly. He is still as small as a little bean sprout and is not fully formed at more than two months."

"Still, don’t say it things like that."

Janice insisted.

"But isn’t it true?"

Yvonne was speechless.

Janice hesitated for a moment before she continued, "Of course not. Although I’ll be separated from him, he’s still my baby’s father. That can never change."

"That’s true."

Yvonne nodded her head.

Janice continued.

"I’ve figured it out. It doesn’t matter that he lost his memory. He’s still who he was, except that his feelings for me are almost non-existent. But as long as he’s still himself, it does not matter if he’s with me or not."

She smiled sadly as she spoke.

Yvonne was confused.

"I really can’t understand what you are saying. But, no matter the decision you make, I will be here to support you, even if it means providing for you and the baby."

Janice smiled and said.

"Come on, you’ve lost your job. How can you support us?"

"I can always find another job, it’s not as if that hospital is my only option."

Yvonne snorted.

Janice was filled with self-reproach.

"At the end of the day, it’s all my fault."

She had always felt guilty.

Yvonne reprimanded her. "Stop it. How is any of this your fault?."

"Okay, I won’t say it again."

Janice immediately conceded.

"There were several private hospitals that wanted to poach me. At the time, I did not have any reason to leave my job so I rejected all of them. Now that I am out of there, I’m a doctor anywhere, and a private hospital is no worse than a public one."

Yvonne drove Janice to her apartment by the lake. Yvonne had not been there before.

"The house hasn’t been cleaned yet, so I won’t invite you up."

Janice said.

Without a word, Yvonne waved her hand and drove the car away.

Janice entered the elevator with a few bags of baby supplies. Just as she was about to close the door, a figure rushed in.

"That’s a lot of stuff."

Janice blinked before she recognized her as Miss Davis across from her. "That’s right."

"They are all baby products. Are you pregnant?"

Janice had never been one for chitchat but she wasn’t about to be rude. She nodded.

"Congratulations, you’re going to be a mother soon."

"Thank you."

When she got home, Janice put down all the shopping items. Yvonne had bought a lot of things.

She had to slow down to be able to properly unpack the things.

It was very late by the time she finished tidying up. She ate something to fill her stomach and was about to lie down after taking a shower when she got a call from James.

"Why is he calling me so late at night? We’re not that friendly, what could be his reason?" She hesitated for a moment, then picked up the call.

"Hey, Chris is drunk. Open the door."

Janice was startled. She instinctively wanted to get out of bed to open the door when she remembered she had moved out and sat back down.

"I’m not at home."