THUD. Quentin Grant's hand froze in mid-air. He never imagined she could be so weak. Remembering she'd just had a minor procedure that morning, Quentin snapped, "Just go, Nora Ainsworth. I may have no dignity left, but I won't let you keep trampling me to pieces."
Nora Ainsworth pushed herself up. Her mind went blank for a second before she fixed her gaze on him, her eyes now clear.
"Quentin, just let me finish. If you still tell me to go after I'm done, I swear I won't stay a second longer."
He remained silent, seeming to give his tacit consent.
"This afternoon, I didn't go to the hospital for an abortion. There was another woman there with the exact same name as me who was getting one. I didn't dare let the doctors know who I really was, so I used a fake name. In reality, I went to..." She clenched her hands and said softly, "get them to stop some bleeding."
Quentin Grant looked at her skeptically. "You're still planning to lie to me, aren't you?"
