Her heart was faintly aching. In fact, she had been in good health all these years and nearly forgot she even had a heart condition.
Emerie Wilson pressed her hand against her chest in discomfort, holding onto the table as she slowly sat down.
Usually, James Reed would be extremely anxious even if she furrowed her brows slightly, yet now it was as if he didn't see, no, that's not right—he clearly saw and chose to ignore it.
"How can there be a child?" Benjamin Walton found Emerie Wilson's question quite amusing. "I'm a man with no physical problems, of course I would have my own child. What's the big deal?"
"I can't have children, so why do you get to have one?!" Emerie Wilson shouted angrily.
"You can't have children, but there are plenty of people who can." Benjamin Walton observed Emerie Wilson with a bemused look, as if she were an idiot. "Did you really think someone like me would have no woman willing to bear my child?"
