Chewing the meat like wax, Valentine Teller kept her head low.
Should I tell him now?
Now is the time!
She lifted her head and called softly, "Mark."
"Yes?" Mark Reed looked up, smiling at her.
Looking at this gentle Mark Reed, Valentine Teller was overwhelmed with endless guilt. Her chest ached and was bitter. She forcefully suppressed the recurring sourness.
Valentine Teller steeled her heart and blurted out, "What if we can't find anyone compatible with Sara?"
Not expecting Valentine Teller to ask that, Mark Reed's brow furrowed slightly in displeasure, and he replied sternly, "If we can't find anyone, then we can't. We've already tried our best."
Her heart skipped a beat, Valentine Teller desperately pressed, "If we can't find anyone, do we just watch Sara die?"
"What else can we do?" His eyes swept past Valentine Teller's abdomen as he said, "Stop overthinking, just deliver the baby obediently, I will never let you do anything foolish."
