This infinitesimal probability fell upon her, condemning her to face this difficult choice.
"Sara, you will survive, you must!"
It's not just comfort, but her earnest hope, wishing for Sara Quiles to pull through. Having just reunited with family, to face another parting is something she least desires.
"Sister... don't worry... I... I will definitely see... your baby born... Sister..."
"Sara..."
Poor Sara, she must be saved.
The call was not disconnected, Valentine's tears still hadn't dried, with nothing else on her mind but thinking of her sister on the other end of the phone. Quickly, without hesitation, she sent the pill in her palm into her mouth, grabbing the water on the coffee table and gulping it down, swallowing the pill mixed with the water.
Her throat quivering, she wiped the tears from her eyes, and said with unwavering determination, "Sara, you must recover, your sister will save you..."
"Sister... Sister..."
