“Oh, come on, that’s a bit harsh. You’re not actually planning to raise the kid all by yourself while the dad’s around, are you?”
Cesare furrowed his brow.
He had never considered raising the child on his own.
Perhaps it would be a different story if he were in a situation where he could give the child to Zahir to raise.
For instance, if Zahir desperately needed an heir and couldn’t have one with another Omega, Cesare might even think about handing over the baby after birth and walking away from it all.
However, even that scenario seemed cruel to the child.
‘So, what is it that I truly want?’
Even after staring intently at the featureless white ceiling and pondering deeply, Cesare couldn’t easily come up with an answer.
“I don’t know, honestly. I can’t make any decisions yet.”
Though his answer was vague, Milvia, who had been Cesare’s physician and counselor for a long time, offered a look of understanding.
