In the school forum, the words “abortion” and “Paula Rouco” are blocked.
Even if someone wants to make some waves, they can’t post with these keywords, even if they use desperation.
Everyone sighed that Fu Da Qianjin’s family really had a deep background and was not an ordinary rich family.
But instead of talking about Paula Rouco, they can talk about Severo Laris, especially since Severo Laris is the talk of the school.
They say it was Severo Laris’ thin-skinned, two-footed approach that caused Paula Rouco’s miscarriage.
Others say it was Paula Rouco who was too brazen and kept pestering Severo Laris.
The relationship between Severo Laris and Paula Rouco, which did not start in a flashy way, ended in a flashy way, as everyone knows.
Because there is a lot of discussion and gossip on the subject of something like a student falling off a school building and having an abortion.
…
The day Paula Rouco was discharged from the hospital, the sun was shining but the wind was strong.
A car from The Vasconcellos family came to pick them up to take them to the airport.
Paula Rouco hesitates for a moment as she walks to her car.
Adam Rouco had opened the door and was holding the roof of the car, calling to her, “Paulita, it’s windy outside, get in the car.”
Paula Rouco nodded and got into the car with Estrella Berrocal.
And just as she got into the black Bentley, Severo Laris got out of the cab and strutted into the hospital.
The black Bentley started up and drove away from the hospital.
Paula Rouco looked unconsciously at the sea of people, all with their backs turned and unfamiliar faces.
Estrella Berrocal took her little hand in her lap and said, “What’s wrong, are you not feeling well?”.
She shook her head, “I’m not uncomfortable.”
“Paulita, can you make an appointment with me?”
“What’s the problem?”
Estrella Berrocal said sweetly, “When we get back to La Ciudad Santa, we can’t think about being at Imperial anymore, okay?”
She said, “Okay.”
Estrella Berrocal smiled and gave her daughter a hug.
Paulita rested her head on his shoulder, as she had done as a child, and the two snuggled.
Adam Rouco glanced at the mother and daughter, saw that Paulita was not in such a bad mood, and reached out to shake her hand as well.
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When Severo Laris arrived at the inpatient unit, he saw that the VIP room was empty.
There was a nurse passing nearby.
Severo Laris asked, “Where is Paula Rouco, who is staying in this room, please?”
The nurse glanced around the empty room and said, “The girl in this room has been discharged, just a moment ago, she left with her mother and father, such a nice looking family of three, I was hoping they would stay in the hospital a while longer to freshen up.”
The nurse sighed as she wrote the duty roster, “Hey, the girl is very pretty, I heard that her mother and father are also good friends with the main shareholder of our hospital, her family has a remarkable background, but how come she got pregnant at a young age and miscarried, what a pity.”
Severo Laris’ heart fluttered upon hearing that.
Severo Laris clenched his fist, turned with an expressionless face and left the room.
Fate can be cruel to the end when it rages against a person, and is denied the right to even attempt to sneak a glance at them.
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Back to Paula Rouco in La Ciudad Santa in a much better mood.
Probably because she was away from her sad place, plus the family had Grandpa and Lucio Rouco, the troublemaker, to keep her entertained in disguise.
She could feel that her whole family was worried about her lately, and her whole heart was upon her, and she dared not be unhappy.
But at night, when she sleeps alone under the covers, she is still so low that the low is not of her own accord, but as if something in her body had deteriorated, which makes her low and depressed.
The first few books back home, Estrella Berrocal did not feel comfortable sleeping alone, so mother and daughter slept together.
Often at night, Estrella Berrocal hears Paulita crying next to her as she sleeps, and reaches out to touch her little face and her tears, wet and cold.
Adam Rouco discussed with Estrella Berrocal the idea of having a psychiatrist come to the house, but feared that Paulita would be sensitive and internally resistant to receiving psychotherapy.
And undergoing psychotherapy would tear her old scars back to expose them to strangers.
It is one thing to be cured and another to be able to put up with Paulita and accept it or not.
So the question of finding a professional psychologist is open to question.
Estrella Berrocal talks to Paulita more and more often.
Paulita did not seem to resent having to tell her what she thought.
So, at night, before bedtime, as when she was a child, Estrella Berrocal’s time to tell her bedtime stories was replaced by a heart-to-heart talk with Paulita.
Paulita turned on her side, looked at Estrella Berrocal and asked, “Estrella, was Papa your first love?”
Estrella Berrocal was happy to tell her this to distract her from her depression, and she smiled slightly, “Technically speaking, no. I was not. But then I met your father and realized that the crush I had when I was in high school was nothing more than an emotion of adoration. Sincere feelings were only for your father.”
Paulita smiled, “Would Dad be jealous if he knew he wasn’t your first love?”
“He would be, that’s why I lied to him about all the relationships I had had before, they were all fake relationships, and only to him was it strictly considered first love. But it’s true that those previous relationships couldn’t be considered much of a relationship, you didn’t even hold hands much, and besides, you were too young to know what love was then.”
Paulita looked at Estrella Berrocal’s happy face as she spoke of Adam Rouco and, for no apparent reason, tears welled up at the corners of her eyes.
Estrella Berrocal was startled, “What’s wrong Paulita?”.
“I don’t know why, I didn’t want to cry, but the tears fell on their own.”
Estrella Berrocal looked at her lovingly, wiped her tears with a handkerchief and said, “My Paulita, you should smile more often, you look prettier when you smile.”
“Estrella, I too wish my first love had passed with a breeze.”
Said Estrella Berrocal: “When you were a child, the moment you were in love, you wanted to announce it to everyone, you felt that everyone was him. Maybe you didn’t think about the future or the future, because for you and for him at that moment, the future is not only full of hope, but also of nervous fear of the unknown and uncertainty. Or maybe you didn’t like each other very much, but you were in that process of constant self-movement, thinking that you loved him.”
Paulita sniffled a little and asked in a subdued voice, “And when you grow up, isn’t that how relationships work when you grow up?”
“Growing up in a relationship, if the other person is the one you love and you’re not just looking for someone to marry, by the time you settle down with them, it’s still exciting, only you don’t just think about now, you think about later, and you even think freely about building a big yard when you’re old and growing grass and flowers and dogs together. It can be quiet, but it’s happy and full of stability.”
Paulita asks, “If there is this idea of having an after and a future also for the first love, does that mean that both the person and the event are over?”
Estrella Berrocal knew, of course, who she was referring to.
Estrella Berrocal also knew from the beginning that Paulita was serious about Severo Laris, it was no hoax.
Even Paulita’s feelings for Severo Laris are more intense and paranoid than she and Adam could have imagined.
Estrella Berrocal caressed her daughter’s face and said, “That’s not true either, it doesn’t necessarily mean that because you’ve been with someone and you’ve thought about the future, you can only love that person for the rest of your life. That’s just the way it is.”
Estrella Berrocal took her in her arms, “Then, oh my Paulita, don’t be afraid, all the sadness will pass. Grandpa, Papa, me, my brother, we all love you, you will be loved more than ordinary people get, you will not be unhappy.”