Aiden, of course, understood what she was saying. His eyes glinted as he gently adjusted the gold-rimmed glasses on his nose. “Liliana, you have your choices, and that’s perfectly normal,” he said with a warm smile. “But you are not us. You cannot make our choices for us, can you?”
His gaze suddenly sharpened with sincerity. His voice, clear and unhurried like a flowing stream, continued, “Liliana... we have our own choices to make, too. You don’t need to bear any responsibility for them, nor should you feel burdened. All you need to do is be yourself. Live the life you want, meet the people you want to meet, do the things you want to do... Those are your decisions, and no one can interfere. By that same logic, you can’t interfere in someone else’s life either, right?”
Aiden’s gentle, refined voice was like a spring breeze, so comfortable and persuasive that it was impossible to argue against. Liliana paused. She blinked, looking up at the elegant man before her in disbelief. She was almost completely swayed by his logic. She couldn't find a single reason to refute him.
After a moment of silence, she sighed in resignation. “Then... do as you please. I’ve said everything I needed to say.”
She couldn’t help but think that perhaps it was her fate to attract men who were as stubborn as mules. They wouldn’t listen to warnings. They wouldn’t listen to persuasion. They wouldn’t listen to reason.
Fine. Whatever. Let the world burn. She was out of ideas.
...
The next day, at three in the afternoon, Gabriel brought Liliana to the hospital for her prenatal check-up. The doctor was an internationally renowned obstetrics specialist whom Gabriel had hand-picked, worried that anything less than the best wouldn’t be enough to ensure a smooth delivery.
Liliana couldn't help but feel a little nervous, afraid the results might reveal some unexpected problem.


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