I looked at him and let a faint smile curve across my lips.
“Are you serious? For her, you would sacrifice our own child?”
He avoided my gaze, his voice low yet cruel.
“I feel heartbroken, too, but there’s no other way. Be good, close your eyes… it’ll be over soon, and then you won’t be afraid anymore.”
His hand reached out to stroke my hair.
I stared at him for a few seconds and, in the end, obediently nodded.
“Okay.”
Relief and satisfaction immediately spread across his face. Everything was unfolding just as he wanted; it seemed I was still the same well-behaved, compliant woman.
The doctor beside us could no longer hold back and interjected.
“Mr. Bernard, a pregnant woman isn’t suitable for bone marrow donation. Why don’t we try looking for Zara’s family members instead?”
With the words “family members,” Zara broke down and started crying even harder. After all, her parents had long since passed away.
Tatum turned back to her with heartache, tightened his grip on my arm, and said firmly to the doctor, “Adeline is her family. She can do it. She will donate!”
The doctor looked helplessly at me. I met his eyes and nodded with calm resolve.
“Go ahead. I agree.”