She couldn't control herself at all.
Reaching out, clutching Lucas Scott's trouser leg, she squeezed out a broken voice from her throat, using the last bit of strength left in her body to plead.
"Lucas Scott, you promised me, don't hurt my child, you promised me, didn't you..."
"..." Lucas Scott looked at her, his tall body standing rigid, his hands at his sides tightly clenched into fists, veins popping on the back of his hands, gritting his teeth hard.
If he could, he wished more than anyone else that he could keep this child.
Stella York is so gentle, the child she teaches would surely have as good a temper as hers.
Their child, whether boy or girl, would be so well-behaved.
But her body didn't allow it, keeping this child would become her death sentence.
Could take her life at any moment...
He couldn't afford to lose, nor did he dare to gamble.
