As Lawson dragged Diane out of the hospital, he tried to keep his composure as much as possible. "Lawson, what's wrong with you?" Diane exclaimed as she struggled to keep up with his pace.
Lawson didn't respond, his jaw clenched in anger.
As if dealing with Diane's tantrums wasn't enough, he now had the nerve of a strange woman to contend with—a woman who had looked at him with such disdain, such hostility, that it still lingered in his mind. He shook his head, chuckling wryly to himself.
What was it about today? Was he wearing a sign that said "kick me"?
He didn't even have enough time to fume from his argument with Diane. She had refused to consider surrogacy, and Lawson felt like she was being unreasonable.
Wasn't she desperate to have a child after losing her baby two years ago? I
