"Save a life? Just a clump of yellow earth?"
Forsythia Brown raised an eyebrow at Tiffany Mamet, the malicious side of her brimming, and with a casual spread of her hands, she said, "Auntie, I honestly didn't understand a thing you said. I did hear that people tend to get depressed and overthink when they're pregnant, sometimes even deceiving themselves. Maybe... should I recommend a doctor to check on you?"
"You, Forsythia Brown, you..." Fury ached in her belly as Tiffany Mamet reached for it. Could Gem Atkinson fake it, and Forsythia Brown too?
"Forsythia, I won't fall for it. I know you're just trying to anger me, wanting something to happen to my child. No, I won't fall for your tricks. I will protect my child, and I'll make sure it's born healthy. When that time comes, I want you to see that I can live very well, and my child can too."
"With Uncle on your side, of course, you can live very well. I have no doubts about that."
