# The third month after breaking up with the sponsor
In the shadow of the plane trees on the streets of Paris, he saw me holding my slightly bulging belly as I just walked out of the private hospital.
"The ambition is obvious, but it's a pity that my brain is not strong enough." The man's thin lips parted slightly, and his tone was as cold as the late autumn wind.
The assistant behind him quickly stepped forward, threw an unlimited black card in front of me, and spoke condescendingly:
"Mr. Jiang said, this card is enough for you to have enough food and clothing after aborting the child. Don't try to tie up the Jiang family with an unknown child. The right way is to recognize your identity and stay safe."
I lowered my eyes and glanced at the card, with a faint smile on my lips, and took a half step back to avoid it:
"I'm afraid you have misunderstood. My husband and I received the certificate two months ago. This is our child and has nothing to do with Mr. Jiang."
