He turned his head, his gaze landing on her, eyes as dark as an abyss, and after a moment, his lips slightly curved up, "Alright, I’ll watch the animation with you."

Mabel Quinn breathed a sigh of relief inwardly, for herself and for the child, wanting to break the current stalemate, hoping to convince Kyle Kinston.

In the evening, Mabel Quinn chose a family-style animation, featuring an interesting family story of a couple and their three children as the main characters.

This was also the result of her selection over the past two days, hoping that after he watched this animation, he would be moved. After all, having children brings happiness to a family.

Mabel Quinn invited Kyle Kinston to the bedroom, marking his first time stepping into the bedroom in recent days.

The two sat on the sofa, watching the animation. Mabel Quinn watched while also observing Kyle Kinston’s expression. However, his expression remained calm, unaffected by the plot of the animation, which made Mabel Quinn even more anxious.

After watching several episodes, Mabel Quinn asked, "What do you think of this animation?"

"It’s okay," he replied blandly.

"This family seems so happy. Sometimes they have little troubles, but these troubles only strengthen their family bond," she said.

He turned to look at her, which made her nervous again, as if his gaze could see through her entire being. "What’s wrong? Did I say something incorrect?"

"Mabel, if you just want to watch this animation with me, I can accompany you. No matter how many episodes you want to watch, I can accompany you. But if you’re trying to use this animation to talk to me about children, you can dismiss that thought," he said.

Her heart tightened, a bitter sensation spreading throughout her body. At this moment, she felt like a clown, with her intentions completely transparent to him.

"But Kyle, don’t you think the life in the animation is wonderful? In the future, we can have it too. I know your childhood wasn’t happy, and in mine, I only had fatherly love. We can give our child everything we lacked," Mabel Quinn said, then took his hand and placed it on her abdomen, "Kyle, there’s already a life here, with your bloodline and mine. It’s a little life that came into being from our union. Can you really just give it up?"

His eyelids lowered slightly, as if sensing the temperature beneath his palm, yet the words that came from his mouth not only disappointed Mabel Quinn but also sent chills through her, "I’ve already scheduled your surgery three days from now. The best obstetrician in J City will perform the surgery, minimizing pain and ensuring there’s no impact on your health."

Mabel Quinn stared blankly at the man before her—this was his answer?

All the calm of the past few days, when she naively thought perhaps he was hesitating because of the child, yet he had already contacted the doctor.

She unknowingly loosened her grip on his hand, each breath seemed to become more painful, "Three days later?" she heard her own voice stammering.