"I hope you can wait until the child is born, and then..."
Charlotte Green couldn't bring herself to continue, afraid that he would refuse, that he would laugh at her foolish dreams, and even more afraid that he would grow to despise her as a mother, and as a result, despise their child as well.
"And then?" Kevin Cliff raised an eyebrow, pressing for an answer.
Charlotte habitually bit her lip, then lifted her head to face him again, "Then, I hope you can set aside past grievances and take the child back to America to raise. I think, the child would be better off with you."
"..."
Again, silence. She couldn't hear his response, only seeing his icy gaze, void of any emotion.
Was it acceptance? Or scornful laughter?
