"Gem Atkinson."
"He may take my Viola's life; how can I possibly like him?"
Forsythia slowly stood up and reached out to hug the man's waist, "Gem, am I being willful again?"
"Viola."
"But I don't want to give him up."
"Viola, having you in my life is more than enough, let alone we also have Audrey."
"Gem Atkinson."
"If this child were healthy, it would be a different story. Even if he is missing limbs, as long as his existence does not jeopardize your health, I will love him and support your decision to give birth to him – even at the cost of my own life. However, now, not only may he not live long, but he could also potentially infect you with the virus. To me, he's like a ticking bomb inside your body that could go off at any moment. Viola, how can I possibly like him?"
Forsythia buried her head in the man's chest and remained silent for a while.
"Viola."
