I paused, thinking of the child lying alone at home, and felt a pang of pain in my heart. "I'm worried about leaving our son alone at home. You should go back and take care of him."
When his son was mentioned, a trace of sorrow appeared on Liam's face. He lowered his eyes, his long eyelashes concealing the emotions in them.
Seeing him like this, I assumed he was talking about his son and felt somewhat guilty. After all, he was his own flesh and blood.
But the next second, he suddenly raised his head, looked into my eyes, and spoke slowly and deliberately, his tone was terrifyingly calm, yet it was like a poisoned dagger stabbing into my heart: "Clara, the doctor said that the child's condition is such that it will be difficult for him to recover in the future, and it is hard to say whether he will be able to grow up alive."
He paused, a calculating glint in his eyes, and said with a hint of coaxing, "Should we make plans soon and adopt a healthy child? That way, we can make up for our regrets."