"Xiao Lu." Jin Yang tightened his grip on her shoulders, forcing her to look at him. "Calm down."
She shook her head violently, tears streaming down her face. "You can't leave me. You can't. If you do, I'll collapse again. I won't be able to work, won't be able to sleep. The doctors already said my emotions are unstable. Do you want everyone to know you abandoned a woman who lost her child?"
His jaw clenched.
There it was again.
Not a blade to the wrist. Not a jump from a building. But something sharper, quieter, and far more poisonous.
Guilt.
Bai Lu didn't need to threaten death anymore. She only needed to remind him of the miscarriage, of the hospital room, of the doctors' solemn faces, of the way everyone had looked at him when the news broke.
He had lost count of how many times she used it.
He wasn't stupid. He knew exactly what she was doing.
