"Not only will she inherit a rare blood coagulation genetic disease, but there's a 50% chance that it will be transmitted to the pregnant mother through the blood during the mother's pregnancy." He tightened his grip on Enna Clark's wrist, staring intently at the little woman whose eyes widened in shock, almost squeezing the words from his teeth, "Enna, now you understand why I would send you to the hospital to have an abortion even if you were pregnant with a daughter, even if I have to knock you unconscious first!"
"I..." Enna's eardrums buzzed incessantly, her mind a complete blank.
Baron Lawrence, however, viciously pushed her against the wall, his eyes bloodshot and his teeth clenched, "Shut up! I don't want to hear any reasoning from you! There's no room for negotiation in this matter! You must listen to me! If it's a son, give birth to him. If it's a daughter, abort it!"
