Halle spent half a day before she finally coaxed Hilla and made things clear.
This was just an accident, and Hilla didn't have a terminal illness of infertility, but now, she and the Anderson family were so eager to have a child, which was indeed too difficult.
Moreover, Tyree couldn't even make it through this winter. How could he wait for Hilla to finish the operation and recover in one or two years before getting pregnant?
"Sis, was I too lucky before? God is taking back some?" Hilla sobbed, and her eyes soon turned red and swollen.
Halle held her back and comforted her softly, "No. Baby is fated, not just for you. There is also the fate of the Anderson family. Maybe you, Bruce, and Baby are not fated to be together."
"No, it's because I have uterine fibroids. I can't get pregnant. It has nothing to do with Bruce and the Anderson family. It's me. I'm the one who let down the whole family."
