Hearing Lilian's words now, pain surged in my heart. I clenched my fingers and said, "The baby's safe. Don't worry, the surgery was a success."
Lilian breathed a sigh of relief. The worry in her eyes finally faded a bit.
Looking at her like this, my voice trembled slightly, "You were away for six months and now you're three months pregnant," I paused for a moment, "And now you're carrying someone else's child and still come to me for fetal protection? Did you do this on purpose?"
Lilian was stunned for a moment after hearing me. She finally looked up at me.
Then she actually frowned and nodded, "Is there a problem? You're a top OB-GYN. Only if I come to you can the baby be perfectly safe."
Then she paused, frowning even deeper, "Lucas, can't you stop being so petty?"
"So what if I'm pregnant? I told you Barry has a terminal illness. Before he dies, he just wants a child. I was just doing him a favor. Why are you fussing with someone who's about to die? Can't you stop being so petty? If you keep being so petty, then let's just get divorced!" she threatened.
I clenched my fingers even tighter. I really couldn't understand how she could say something so shameless.