"How can this happen? How can you fall, Amoura dear?" Dastan asked so worriedly when his mother contacted him and told him about the incident.
"I'm fine, Dastan. Calm down," Amoura replied smiling, although she still looked weak. Maybe because she was still surprised by what had happened.
"How can I calm down? Your face looks so pale. You know, I almost died when the mother said you had fallen. I was thinking about you and the future of our child. I'm desperate to get a car to take you to the hospital," Dastan said, taking Amoura's hand.
"You don't need it like that, Dastan. Do you think I'll be all right if something happens to you? Please don't do anything that could endanger your life. At least do it for our child," Amoura said to Dastan, who was full of requests.
"I promise. But you must also promise that you won't do anything like this again," Dastan said again.
"I promise," Amoura replied to Dastan's heart.
