“Lucas,” I said in a broken voice. “This is your child, too.”
“I know!” he snapped, losing control. “But Lily can’t take any stress right now!”
I went still, stunned.
Then I laughed bitterly as the tears fell. “Fine. I’ll do it.”
He opened his mouth to speak, but his phone rang.
From the other end, a soft cry rang out. “Lucas, I had a nightmare… I’m scared. What if people find out about me?”
Lily’s frail voice made him melt. His tone softened instantly. “Don’t worry, Lily. I’ll protect you. No one will hurt you.”
When he hung up, he turned away without another word and left.
I went to the hospital.
A nurse handed me a form, her expression full of pity.
“Mrs. Turner, are you sure you want the surgery?”
I looked down. Lucas’s signature was already on the consent form.
He had planned this all along.
I nodded stiffly. “Yeah.”
The doctor adjusted his glasses and said calmly, “Your condition is delicate. This miscarriage might lead to permanent infertility. Are you sure you want to take the risk?”
I looked up abruptly. “Permanent infertility?”
“Yes. Your uterine wall is thin. If you go through with the abortion, your chances of getting pregnant again are extremely low.”
My fingers trembled.