"It's just temporarily getting through the critical period, do you know what that means?" Lucas Scott stood by the sickbed, his tall body, powerful aura, enveloping the entire Hospital Room.
He spoke word by word, gritting his teeth.
"But at least I'm safe now. Have you forgotten? You promised me you'd take a gamble with me." Stella York's voice choked slightly.
Both hands tightly protected her belly.
This was her last chance to be a mother, and she really didn't want to give up.
The longer the child stayed in her belly, the more she couldn't let go...
"I've changed my mind." Lucas Scott coldly parted his lips, his eyes icy.
"Whether you agree or not, I'll have the Doctor prepare for the Surgery. You should know, you can't defy me. Given your current body condition, if you try to sneak out of the Hospital, without me acting, the child won't survive. Stella York, you have no choice."
"..."
