"Clover, stop talking. Go get rid of the child right now; we can still be like before. I will love you, pamper you, and marry you. You'll become the young mistress of the Quinn Family."
"Get rid of the child? This child is yours. You want me to get rid of our child?" Her voice was filled with disbelief.
"This child shouldn't have come into this world. I can tolerate the mistakes you've made, but that doesn't mean I can tolerate this child."
"So, from the beginning, you've believed this child isn't yours, is that right? You still think I did something to hurt you... Yes, I was sentimental; I thought there was a chance we could go back to how things were, but it turns out we can't go back at all... Everything can't be undone. If this is your idea of love, then I'd rather not have it."
When she said this, an indescribable oppression seemed to engulf her, pressing down until she could barely breathe.
It felt as if, at this moment, her world was coming apart.
