She clenched her teeth tightly, took a deep breath, forcefully closed her eyes, and nodded her head several times vigorously as if she was afraid she would regret it if she delayed even a second.
The doctor nodded knowingly and spoke again, "If that’s the case, then we will officially start the surgery. Now, we will administer anesthesia, and you just need to relax your body."
After speaking, the doctor signaled the assistant, who nodded lightly, picked up the syringe, and was about to inject Ling Chuxia.
Ling Chuxia felt her hand being grasped, felt the nurse lightly pat it, then apply the medicine, and next, the needle would inject into her body, and then, she would completely lose consciousness. When she woke up again, the child would be gone, everything would have reverted to how it was.
She knew this was the right choice, but at this moment, her heart was fiercely in pain. That pain, intricately and densely spread from deep within her body, bit by bit unabashedly gnawing at her. Even, she involuntarily heard the pitiful and plaintive voice of the child echoing in her ears, voice after voice, "Mommy, why don’t you want me, mommy mommy—don’t abandon me!"
Ling Chuxia’s eyebrows intensely furrowed, and cold sweat broke out on her forehead. She shook her head unconsciously, murmuring, "Sorry, my baby, sorry, mommy didn’t want this, it’s mommy’s fault, sorry!"
The child’s voice suddenly receded, and slowly, that familiar, deep voice rang in her ears, he said word by word, "Chuxia, we are husband and wife, you are my wife, I am your husband."
Tears swiftly overflowed from the corners of her eyes. Ling Chuxia suddenly opened her eyes and with a hoarse voice said, "I want this child, I’m not going through with the surgery!"
The assistant was about to inject Ling Chuxia when she suddenly said these words. His hands paused momentarily, and he instinctively looked towards the doctor.
The doctor, seemingly unsurprised, still nodded calmly.
As she stepped down from the operating table, Ling Chuxia’s legs felt a bit weak. She supported herself and step by step walked out of the operating room, feeling the sunlight at that moment; she truly felt all her strength dissipate, just like that, she slumped onto the bench by the corridor.
Her hand slowly caressed her stomach, her limbs still soft.
She clearly knew that terminating the pregnancy was what she should have done, but when she voiced out her desire to keep this child, her heart truly felt relieved.
She ultimately couldn’t bring herself to forgo this child, even knowing it was the wrong thing, she still wanted this mistake and to continue with it.
This child, even if conceived through her scheming, was still the child of her and Shi Che, it would have Shi Che’s eyelashes, her eyes, Shi Che’s nose, her mouth.
She truly couldn’t bring herself to not want him.
Even if the path ahead was unclear, even if keeping this child, whether it was good or bad for him, she was willing to face it.
She couldn’t guarantee that she could give this child the best life, but she could promise that she would do her utmost to love him, protect him, and care for him.
It’s just... what about the elder sister?