Down syndrome, low intelligence, most of them can't take care of themselves.
If born, it would be a kind of pain for the child.
She touched her belly, full of pain in her eyes.
The last time she felt so helpless was when her grandmother passed away.
Since joining the organization, there's rarely anything she can't do. But when it comes to preserving lives, she's always powerless.
"If it's confirmed, should we abort him? Would you... despise him?" Molly Walker murmured, as if asking him, but also asking herself.
Michael Gallagher clenched his lower lip, his heart aching sharply.
"Let's change to another hospital for examination. This hospital's result might not be accurate."
Molly's pupils shrank, and she tightly held his hand, "Tell me, will you refuse him? Would you want to abort him?"
Michael Gallagher held her hand back: "If you want it, we'll have it. If you don't want it, we won't have it."
Molly shuddered all over and leaned weakly against the chair.
