With that, I carefully scooped up a spoonful of the soup and gently fed it to her.
Everyone else, witnessing this, was utterly stunned.
Dorian frowned deeply and asked in a low voice,
“Calista, what are you doing?”
“She’s just a child! It’s obvious she’s been violated and yet you’re telling her to take care of the baby? Are you seriously considering letting her keep it?”
Velvet, equally displeased, added,
“That’s right, sister-in-law. Iris is still a kid herself—how could she possibly have a child?”
“If this gets out, what will people think of her?”
Portia, her voice filled with grief and pain, also spoke up,
"Just thinking about Iris going through something like this at such a young age makes my heart twist in pain. No matter what, the child inside her cannot stay—if she keeps it, Iris's life will be ruined!"
As I continued feeding my daughter the soup, I replied, almost casually,
"This is Iris's decision. She should be the one to choose."
I turned to Iris, meeting her eyes and asked,
"Do you want to keep the baby?"
Iris hesitated, then, with a tight-lipped expression, gave a small nod.
Dorian immediately exploded with anger, his voice booming,