I jerked my eyes up, my pupils contracting sharply as I stared at Liam in disbelief. The chill from his fingertips traveled through my veins to my heart, even my breath felt icy—he could say something like "raise another normal child" to his mentally challenged son without batting an eye.
Liam, completely oblivious to the turmoil churning within my eyes, tenderly took my hand and pressed soft kisses to the back of my fingers, his actions a stark contrast to the cold, aloof man he was in the study. "Clara, you've been so distraught since Leo's accident; it breaks my heart to see you like this," he said, his voice gentle, yet a barely perceptible urgency lurking in his eyes. "Instead of waiting for a hopeless outcome, why don't we adopt a healthy child? That way, we'll have something to look forward to in the future."