I responded hoarsely, sitting next to the hospital bed, watching Heidi's pale and unconscious face, instinctively feeling heartbroken.
Though it was she who wanted to be a model and we had a huge argument about it.
It was she who lost the child, after all.
I wondered, if she would be able to accept her child's death as soon as she woke up.
"Water ...."
No long after, Heidi opened her eyes in a daze.
I quickly handed her the water with the straw and as she took two sips, I was about to talk about the child when she spoke first.
"How's Kilian's painting? Did my fainting delay his progress?"
My eyes widened in shock, couldn't believe it.
"The first thing you ask when you wake up is about Kilian's painting? Where's our baby, don't you care at all?"
She closed her eyes exhausted, her voice cold and indifferent.
"Why worry? Leave it to fate. Only the fittest survive. Losing him proves it wasn't meant to be ours."
I forze and for a moment, I felt incredibly ridiculous for trying to comfort her.
But her, ignored me, simply grabbed the phone next to her pillow and called Kilian right there and then.
The call connected and her voice changed from cold to gentle.