The butler suddenly appeared at the door, reminding timidly.
With those words, the warm atmosphere in the room vanished in an instant.
Silence conveyed suppression.
Stella York's action of bandaging Lucas Scott's wound paused, her hand starting to tremble slightly.
In her mind, Evelyn Sherman showed her the examination report...
This child, she cannot keep.
Yet, just letting go like this, her heart feels as if being cut open by a knife.
She knows better than anyone, the baby in her belly might be the last child she could conceive in her lifetime.
She doesn't want to let go, but Lucas Scott...
"Tell the doctor, the surgery is canceled, not doing it." Just as Stella York hesitated, not knowing what to do, Lucas Scott coldly parted his lips, instructing the butler.
"..." Stella York suddenly looked up, surprised at him.
