She suddenly found herself unable to say another word. Not until the car began to slowly pull away did she quickly say, "I'll miss you. I'll miss you so, so much."
He smiled as he watched her hastily shut the car door. In his heart, he was already saying the same thing in unison with her.
'Nora Ainsworth, I'll miss you. From the day I fell in love with you, I've thought of you every second of every minute, so much that my heart aches.'
He had woken up at six this morning. He personally called the gynecologist from the General Hospital and found Nora Ainsworth's medical file, as well as the records from the hospital near the film studio from yesterday afternoon.
Both showed a ninety-five percent probability that she couldn't conceive and was unable to ovulate. In other words, there was a ninety-five percent chance she would never be able to have a child of her own.
But when Quentin Grant heard this news, the ache in his heart was only for her.
