Clara paused for a while, looked straight into his eyes and said, "Dan Miller, do you love me?"
Dan was puzzled at her question, why would she be asking him such a question? But knowing her condition and trying by all means to avoid getting her lamenting, he didn't hesitate to answer.
He left the bed, moved closer to the wardrobe where she leaned her tired back and held her hands "Of course I love you, Clara. You mean everything to me."
Clara took a deep breath and nodded.
"Do you love our unborn child?" she asked again.
Dan didn't rush to give her a response. He focused his gaze at her. He doesn't know what to think of her questions anymore.
"Why won't I love our unborn child, Clara?" he answered coldly.
Clara lowered her head while she said coldly, "Fine, then go with me if you want me to survive this pregnancy."
"Are you feeling threatened?" Dan asked.
