"Yes, the surgery is scheduled for tomorrow afternoon." Tara Summer stared at her furrowed brow, knowing her heart was full of doubts, but she couldn't explain it in detail.
She could only tell her, "…Emma, I can't have this child. As for the reason, I'm sorry I can't disclose it, but I really can't have it!"
Emma Benson frowned even more, but she said, "Tara, you really like children; there must be a good reason for this decision. Since you've said so, I won't press further and will support you."
After saying this, she smiled at her. Tara also smiled and patted her hand, then asked, "When you came, were the kids all okay?"
"Don't worry, Nine is doing well, and although Four's fever hasn't subsided, he's sleeping very soundly. The servants are all watching over him, so there's no problem! … Also, Oskar is doing well, so you can go into surgery with peace of mind…"
