Atticus, unlike his wife, felt a lot more sympathetic to the poor woman and thought that Summer had been acting a little too callously to her.
“Um, Tanya? I think it’d be best to go home for the time being and think long and hard about this. You must excuse my wife, she has a habit of not mincing her words, you see,” he said kindly. “Be that as it may, she meant exactly what she spoke, and my sentiments are aligned with hers. If Jackson doesn’t want this child, it is most unfortunate but beneficial to abort it, don’t you think? You don’t have to worry about your compensation, as we will not leave you wanting. For now, you should head back. The weather’s quite arid these days, so I’ll have my driver send you home, alright?”
Tanya nodded and murmured, “T-thank you...”
Amidst all of the antipathy and contempt she had suffered, Atticus’s minute display of sympathy quickly became Tanya’s only comfort over these days.
From the French window in her bedroom, Summer watched a car belonging to their family take Tanya in before heading out and disappearing into the distance.
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