I nodded, making no effort to hide it. “He was already planning to divorce me. If I’d told him then, he would’ve just thought I was using this child to trap him.” He arched an eyebrow. “But he knows now. What are you going to do?” His question caught me off guard, and for a moment, I was speechless. Looking up at him, I asked tentatively, “Will Fu Sihan want this baby?” “I’m not Fu Sihan,” he said, slipping his phone into his pocket. He gave me a thoughtful look. “But he’s thirty. There’s no reason he wouldn’t want a child.” With that, he tucked his hands into the pockets of his white coat and left. So, Fu Sihan would want this baby? But my joy was premature. I was on an IV drip when Lu Xinran burst into the room. She launched herself at me like a madwoman, her hands closing tight around my throat. Her eyes were bloodshot and terrifying. “Why? Why did you have to get pregnant? Shen Shu, you killed my baby! You’re not bringing this child into the world alive!” I couldn't breathe, her grip suffocating. I clawed at her hands, trying to save myself, but she was in a total frenzy, her strength overwhelming. Panic set in. I finally managed to rasp, my voice broken, “This is… murder…” She just sneered, her grip tightening. “Killing you both? Worth it.” “Xinran, what are you doing?” A man’s voice, low and cold, sliced through the tension from the doorway. At the sound of his voice, Lu Xinran went rigid. The feral madness in her eyes dissolved, replaced by shimmering tears. Perhaps the shock of his sudden appearance drained her of the adrenaline that had fueled her rage; she went limp and collapsed. Fu Sihan moved in a flash, catching her and sweeping her into his arms. I was finally free, instinctively gasping for fresh air. After a long moment, Lu Xinran, nestled in Fu Sihan’s embrace, began to sob quietly. “Sihan, you promised me. You promised you wouldn’t let another woman have your child! You promised!” My own composure had returned. I leaned back against the headboard, watching the tragic couple, a bitter taste in my mouth. Fu Sihan’s dark eyes flickered toward me, cold and indifferent, before returning to the woman in his arms. He stroked her back gently, calming her sobs. “Shhh, stop crying,” he murmured, his voice a low, mesmerizing balm. “You’re still recovering. It’s not good for you.” Lu Xinran looked up, wiping away her tears, her expression hardening with resolve. “Sihan,” she said, her voice steely, “you won’t let her have this baby. Right?” My gaze was fixed on Fu Sihan, my heart pounding in anxious anticipation of his answer. He didn’t even deign to look at me. His eyes remained on Lu Xinran as he gently wiped away her tears. “Don’t be ridiculous, Xinran,” he said, his tone impossibly soft. Hearing that, a sliver of relief washed over me. At least he didn’t want to get rid of the child. “I’m not being ridiculous!” Her composure shattered again, tears streaming down her face. She clutched at his shirt, her voice breaking into a pathetic plea. “Sihan, you promised my brother you’d take care of me. He’s gone. I have nothing. I only have you.” Her face was a tragic mask of tears. Sobbing, she pointed a trembling finger at me. “If she has this baby, you won’t divorce her, will you? You’ll break your promise to take care of me forever! You’ll have your own family, and I’ll have nothing. I don’t want that. I don’t want to be alone…”