"Hmm? You don't want me here? Then who do you want here? Peter Wall?" Wilson mocked.

Clara chewed on her lips, trying to think. "No, that's not it. I just thought… I thought you went home." She thought Wilson would rest at home instead of staying with her in the ward. He no longer loved her, after all.

Wilson gave Clara a meaningful look and spoke slowly. "Clara, the doctor has spoken to you. If you insist on keeping the baby, the pain will happen again, just like it did today. Are you planning to keep the baby anyway?"

"Yes. I've made up my mind to keep the child. There's no point in thinking otherwise now," she said stubbornly.

"But giving birth to the child might shorten your life. Do you still want to persist? If you abort the baby, you may live to your seventies or eighties. If you have this child, you may live to your sixties, at best," Wilson stated.

Although stunned at first, Clara chuckled after a short silence. "For me, living to my sixties is good enough. Besides, life