I took several deep breaths before forcing out a dry smile and responded, "Okay."
But my heart was trembling with coldness.
In the three years since I got married, I got pregnant six times, but each time I had miscarriages for no apparent reason.
Too many times, it had become habitual miscarriage.
Half a year ago, the doctor declared that I would never be able to have children again.
Timothee hugged me and said that it did not matter if he did not have children, as long as I was happy and healthy.
I had always been worried about not being able to give birth to a healthy child for him. After inquiring from multiple sources, I decided to go with the difficult in vitro fertilization option.
My stomach was riddled with needle pricks, and I was given handfuls of hormone pills.
All the sufferings I had endured ended up being for Tatiana's benefit.
Just because she said she was afraid of pain, I would lose the qualification to be a mother forever and become a reproductive machine.
"What's wrong? Your face looks so ugly? Are you feeling uncomfortable? I'll get a doctor over right away."
"I'm fine, I just have some morning sickness."