"There won't be any problems. The baby will be born safely—you don't need to worry. Just focus on recovering and preparing for the surgery, alright?"
Charles kissed her hair gently, his arms tightening around her as he spoke in a soft, soothing tone. He didn't even know if his words were meant to comfort her… or himself. In truth, he was far more afraid than she was, but he couldn't show it.
If one could peel back the layers of his composed façade, they would see a heart trembling, already bloodied with fear and anguish. The doctor's words echoed endlessly in his mind—the baby is malpositioned, undernourished, dehydrated. A premature birth will be risky.
But Janet didn't have time. And between her and the child, he had made his choice.
He knew it was selfish. He wasn't proud of it. But if only one of them could be saved—he would always choose her.
