"No, it's my child, and I won't kill it." I felt his grip tightening around my hand, intense and unyielding, but I couldn't back down. This was my child.
"Have you forgotten you said you would do anything?" he taunted, his eyes piercing into mine.
"This is my child; I can't kill it." Tears streamed down my face as I fought to hold my ground.
"You seem to like it the hard way, don't you?" he sneered.
"You aren't qualified to carry my child." He leaned down, his face inches from mine, the danger radiating off him like heat.
"I and my child didn't do anything to you," I whispered, my voice trembling.
"Ohh, Clara, my dear," he said, pulling my face closer to his, a smirk playing on his lips.
"It turns out that the person who colluded with my uncle to kill both of my parents twelve years ago is my father-in-law. You are only suffering a bit of his sin.”
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I opened my eyes, but had to squint due to the direct light shining on me. The smell of disinfectant filled my nostrils, and I immediately realized I was in the hospital.
‘What happened?’I could only remember having an argument with Damon. My head immediately recalled what Damon wanted—to take away my child.