Having the same name could be a coincidence, but the same age and medical condition made it less likely.
I quietly and quickly changed into my scrubs and headed towards the ward.
I never expected to see my wife, Evelyn, here.
The wife I had planned to buy a crib with this weekend was now facing my assistant with a determined look.
"Yes, I don't want this baby!"
I paused for a moment, then hurriedly stepped forward to hold Evelyn's hand, looking her up and down.
"Evelyn, what's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?"
This baby wasn't easy to conceive. Evelyn was diagnosed with signs of a threatened miscarriage as soon as she got pregnant.
To keep the baby, she stayed in bed for over three months, suffering a lot.
We had high hopes for this baby. What could have made her suddenly decide to abort?
Seeing me suddenly, a flicker of guilt crossed Evelyn's eyes.
Then she suddenly shook off my hand, her face cold.
"Don't you know what's wrong with me? Do you think I should just have your baby? I'm telling you, I don't want this baby today! Nothing you say will change that!"
Evelyn's emotions were extremely intense.
"Quinn, you liar. You promised to be child-free, but you couldn't control yourself!"