Valentine Teller was crying again: "Turstin, no matter how much resentment you hold in your heart, please set it aside for now. Our child is innocent. He's so young, and I haven't even had the chance to hold him in my arms."
"I just want to hold my child in my arms. Can you grant me this wish?"
Valentine said many, many things, each word full of genuine emotion.
Turstin Muller kept his eyes shut. It's not that he didn't hear or that he was indifferent; he just didn't know how to face her.
He still loved her.
When he heard her crying, he felt sad and heartbroken too.
"Turstin, you were the person I trusted most, but now, I don't know if I can trust you anymore."
Valentine wiped her tears with the back of her hand, speaking sorrowfully: "Once, I thought you, like me, were eagerly awaiting the child's arrival. Only now do I realize you never wanted me to give birth to him, but you masked it so well all along."
