Jonathan, from this day forward, you and I have absolutely nothing to do with each other.
"Stop messing around with me. I know you're not dead. I'll accompany Wendy for a prenatal checkup at nine o'clock tomorrow morning. Return to me immediately and I'll take you to a physical checkup."
Jonathan stared at his phone screen for a long time, waiting for a reply that never came. Frustrated, he tossed his phone across the room.
The following day, at a private hospital VIP ward.
"Jonathan, is the baby, okay?" Wendy gently rubbed her slightly rounded belly, eyes brimming with tears.
Jonathan gently hugged her shoulders. "The doctor said everything's fine."
But his voice was a bit dry because he kept thinking about me.
"That's good … " Wendy leaned on his shoulder. "You've been so distracted since this morning. I thought something had happened to the baby."
Wendy's mother, who came to care for her, said indignantly. "I said Daphne was a jinx. Ever since she showed up, nothing good has happened to Wendy!"
Her words stabbed Jonathan right in the chest.
In a daze, he saw again the look in Daphne's eyes on the day of the earthquake.
So calm, as if she had already foreseen his choice.