As she spoke, she buried her face in the quilt and sobbed.
On the way here, I had thought a lot and I wanted to have a good talk with her.
If she insisted on aborting the children due to physical conditions, I would approve of her choice. After all, I was dying. It would be difficult for her to raise the children alone.
If she were to keep the children, since the kids were my flesh and blood, I would arrange everything before I die, at least ensuring that the three of them have no worries in terms of material needs.
I repressed my hurt feelings and tried hard to build myself up mentally.
Rodrick, isn't this good? Mia decide for you. At least you don't have to make the difficult choice yourself.
Although it hurt, I still found a senior caregiver for Mia. Then I went home to tidy up some daily necessities for her.
Halfway through, I suddenly realized that I had forgotten to bring the keys. When I returned to the hospital, I saw Mia tightly embracing another man.
"Mia, does it hurt to have an induced abortion?"
The man's hand caressed my wife's belly. They seemed unusually intimate.
I know that man. He was Mia's childhood friend, Mateo Ferrari.