Ariel instinctively recalled the doctor's words.
A high-quality embryo would behave differently during pregnancy. The father's genes and physical condition were crucial.
No wonder she hadn't suffered much physically despite her illness.
The little one in her womb was so quiet. Otherwise, she would have noticed it long ago.
Plus, because of her health issues, her periods weren't exactly regular, so she never suspected she might be pregnant.
Noticing Ariel deep in thought, Jayson gently stroked the top of her head. "If you want anything to eat, just tell me. I'll make it for you every day. It's much easier to have me do it than a maid."
He could tell Ariel was seriously thinking about the baby, and he was certain that she didn't dislike it.
Not wanting to affect her appetite, he set down his apron and turned to leave.
As Ariel sat in thought, a gentle kick from her baby brought her back to the moment. She stiffened slightly, experiencing a feeling entirely new to her.
The motion was so faint it almost felt imaginary, yet it pulled hard at the strings of her maternal instinct. Whether from hormones or other factors, it began to overwhelm her.
Ariel's expression remained calm, but her eyes quietly reddened.
The only little life in the world so closely connected to her had come into being, yet could only fade away.
But she knew she didn't have to make any reckless decisions. She wouldn't give herself up for the baby. Even if she wanted it to come into the world, she had to survive first. After all, a child without a mother would be utterly miserable.
She had endured such suffering before.
No matter how much Jayson loved the child, he could never fully fill that void.
Ariel admitted that maternal love was profound, but she had no other choice.
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