Edmund, seeing the pain on her face, immediately pulled her into his arms. His hand cupped the back of her head, holding her as if she might shatter.
Then his gaze hardened as he turned to Dr. Celdric, his voice low and rough with desperation. "If that's the case … then take the baby out before it kills her."
Primrose felt as if a blade had pierced straight through her heart. The pain of hearing those words from Edmund's lips was almost unbearable.
She understood, of course. It was the most logical choice to protect her life. Even if she insisted on carrying the baby, there was no guarantee the child would survive long enough to be born.
But deep down, guilt consumed her at the thought of choosing that path. She didn't want to let her baby die like that.
The child inside her was already trying so hard to protect her. So why couldn't she do the same?
Her lips trembled as she whispered, "Isn't there … isn't there any other way?"
