Sheng Qingxue bit her lip and said, "First, I've been taking anti-rejection medication, and the child born may not be healthy. Second, my heart condition is poor and poses a significant life risk. Who are you to me? Why should I risk my life to have a child for you?"
Gong Beitang looked at Sheng Qingxue's agitated state, and the strength seemed to leave his hand that was pressing on her shoulder.
Is this the reason she speaks of?
He looked at her, opened his lips and said, "First, the anti-rejection medication you take won't affect the child at all. Second, your recovery after the heart transplant surgery has been excellent, and this child can be born safely without posing a life threat. Why did you decide to abort without asking me? Did you ask me, Sheng Qingxue? Even if you just did a heart evaluation, you'd know... did you?"
As he said this, he curled his lips into a cold smile. Yet, his eyes seemed to glisten with a certain light.
