Clara's heart was pounding, and it felt even more suffocating if the test results didn't meet her expectations.
But could she hope now?
Clara took a deep breath, playing with her hands, which seemed a little restless, in her lap.
Mr. K, who had been observing his wife's behavior, finally took the initiative to calm her down with a small gesture.
Mr. K's hand was now in Clara's lap, intertwined with hers, and one of his wife's hands gently stroked the back of it before finally grasping it tightly, as if offering Clara some moral support.
Clara, sensing Mr. K's small movements, could only glance at her husband for a moment to give him a warm smile.
The doctor in front of Clara seemed to be reviewing the data and asking Clara several questions, as if she were about to sentence her or impose a punishment for her actions, even though in reality, that wasn't the case.
"So, how was my checkup? Will my baby be able to handle the long journey?"
