"..." Lucas Scott's eyes darkened, but he didn't speak. He just quietly looked at her, waiting for her decision.
He knew how much she loved this child. She had once left him without hesitation for the child. Now wanting to take risks for the child, he wouldn't be surprised at all.
Lucas had already mentally prepared himself and had guessed her answer.
She would rather die than be willing to give up this child...
He had already heard such an answer more than ten years ago.
"Lucas, I'll listen to you." Stella York put down the fruit plate, looked at him, and spoke softly.
Hearing this, Lucas was immediately stunned.
Listen to him.
Did he hear it wrong?
She said she would listen to him. Did he understand that correctly?
She should know what his decision would be, how could she possibly listen to him...
"Lucas, I love this child very much, but I love the father of the child even more. I can't bear to part with you, can't bear to see you sad, worried for me, can't bear to..."
