Julian spoke at a very slow pace and explained everything very clearly.
It was so meticulous that Susan couldn't deceive herself, and that she only misheard what he had to say.
Susan covered her belly subconsciously, and her eyes were vacant.
If everything Julian said was true...
If she kept the baby, she would be putting her life in great jeopardy.
But if she were to abort the baby...
No, never.
Susan grabbed Julian's hand and claimed, "But Julian, it is already a tiny life form. You felt it too right? It has already started moving from time to time."
Despair flashed across Julian's eyes, but he continued saying, "Susie, it's only been three months. The baby has not even fully formed yet, and perhaps the movements we felt from before were just our own imagination. They might have only been your bowel movements. You... You don’t have to take it to heart too much."
Imaginations Bowel movements?
"What are you talking about?! I felt them myself, those were not illusions, those were the interactions between the baby and me." Susan had gotten a little agitated. "I can feel how much it wants to come into this world. I will not do anything to hurt it, and I definitely won't let you do so either.”
Susan glared at Julian, jumped off the gynecology operating table, and got herself further away from him.
Susan’s alertness pierced Julian’s heart, but he continued his explanation in his bold, deep voice," Susie, have you ever thought about it? The chances of inheritance are sky high, and if our baby inherits the disease, is coming to this world truly the best thing for it?"
If the baby were to inherit the disease...
Susan went into a trance once again, and her expression became a little dazed.
An indescribable excruciation gushed into her chest cavity and almost crushed her heart.
The baby... Her baby...
All she ever wanted was to give the best of everything t o the child.
Ever since she got pregnant, she had been learning how to knit from Mama Jean, how to cook, and she also familiarized herself with all that parenting knowledge that she found online.
She had worked so hard to try to become a good mum.
However, no matter how hard she tried, still, she would not be able to change her genes.
Susan could not help but recall the time when Jacob developed a sudden heart attack, the desperate times which only an apocalypse was capable of bringing.
Knowing that she might develop the same disease, Susan was not afraid.
Life had been great. She had Jacob and Julian who loved her with all their hearts, she got her dream job, had a few close friends, and all these already made it worthwhile.
But if... her baby were to suffer the exact agony...
While she thought of that, Susan could feel her heart trembling.
"Susie, it doesn't matter whether it's for your own good or if it’s for the good of the baby." Julian uttered with a deep yet profound gaze, "This baby - it is not ours to own."
Rationally, all her senses told her that what Julian spoke of was reasonable.
However, emotionally, asking her to give up on her baby, to Susan, she would rather take her own life.
"Don’t you force me, Julian.” Susan shook her head vigorously.
Ever since the debate started, the amount of information that she had been getting was too much for her to absorb. Her thoughts were all entangled with all the chaos taking place in her brain impeding her from thinking clearly.
"Susie." Julian, with his gritted teeth, mentioned, "I know you wouldn't be able to make up your mind cold-heartedly. So, just leave all the decisions to me. As for you, all you need to do is just to take a nap, and when you wake up again, you won't know or feel anything, okay?”
"But I know everything now." Susan's emotions escalated once again.
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