"Is this about the baby?"
He set down the chestnuts and turned to face our parents.
"Mom, Dad—I know none of you want to lose this child. Believe me, I want it even less than you do."
"But the baby has severe deformities. Even if Celine carries it to term, the child won't survive. I can't bear to put her through ten months of pregnancy only to watch our baby die in front of her. That would be too cruel—for the baby, and for Celine."
"We've already discussed it. The procedure is scheduled for tomorrow."
"I'll perform the surgery myself. I'll make sure nothing goes wrong."
Everyone in that room knew Edward was lying.
But no one called him out.
Instead, they exchanged glances and kept their silence—a shared, unspoken understanding.
After a long pause, Margaret couldn't hold back any longer.
"Edward, can we postpone tomorrow's surgery?"
Edward frowned slightly. "Why would we postpone it?"
"Mom, it took everything Celine had to agree to this. If we cancel now and she changes her mind, what then? She'll only get more attached. Better to rip off the bandage than drag out the pain."
Sophie looked like she was about to burst into tears.