There was no difference. Abby's parents and Sebastian were driven mad by their greed for money and although my motives were different, I was willing to go lengths to achieve what I wanted as well.
I pursed my lips and tried to persuade him, "I've adopted Ab by, I'm going to raise her as my own child. I'm going to give her a bright future. She and Anne are going to have the support of both the Roberts and Moore families. Her life is definitely going to be better than staying in that village."
At first, I thought Hendrix was going to argue with me but he just answered indifferently, "Sure, you have a well-thought-out plan."
I was taken aback for a moment. But after a while, he spoke again, "But have you asked the child what she really wants?"
I frowned and suddenly became a little upset, "Hendrix, I know that Anne is not your biological child. I know how noble you are and I know that I shouldn't hurt an innocent child. However, I'm terribly sorry to break it to you but, since I was young, I have been a very selfish person. I raised Anne since she was an infant. I can't bear to see her suffer. Therefore, I have no other choice."
On the other end of the line, he sounded helpless. After a long while, he opened his mouth and said, "Arianna, Anne is also my child and will always be my child. You want to save her, so do I. But we have to know that our decisions will have an impact on their futures."
Perhaps he was right, but now, Abby was my only hope.
Hendrix was against Abby donating her organs to Anne, meanwhile I thought this was the only way to save both of them. We clearly had misaligned values.
The next day.
Perhaps it was due to me being pregnant, but that night, I felt particularly sleepy. I was woken up by the commotion in the yard.
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