"I care about the children, but I care about you more."
Aiden Sinclair's voice sounded from behind her just as Nina Walsh was leaving the nursery.
"It's too late," she said.
Aiden Sinclair caught up to her. "It's not too late. As long as you don't push me away. I hurt you in the past, but now I'll use my own flesh and blood to stitch your heart back together, piece by piece. If one year isn't enough, I'll use ten. I'll use my whole life."
Nina Walsh turned to face him. "I don't need ten years from you, and I don't need your whole life. Just give me a little freedom."
Aiden Sinclair thought for a few seconds. "Fine. As long as you don't leave me, I'll give you anything you want."
But there was only one thing she wanted—to leave Aiden Sinclair.
'Forget it. This is pointless.'
Nina Walsh changed her request. "I don't trust any of those doctors. I want Second Brother Grant to be my primary physician."
The name 'Second Brother Grant' was grating to Aiden Sinclair's ears.
