Lawrence.
Nothing actually mattered in this harrowing moment beyond saving Theresa. The stark reality of the situation tore through every defense I had left.
Seeing Alex materialize out of nowhere, desperate and frantic, stripped away my denial; I couldn't help but realize just how selfish I had been all along. I had been blinded by pride, but when pushed to the absolute edge, the core priority became unmistakably clear.
If Theresa were to wake up and realize her baby was gone, I would willingly shoulder the entirety of her hatred. I would accept every ounce of the blame for failing to protect the life growing inside her.
Deep down, I desperately wanted the child to survive too. But if I were forced to choose a billion times over, I would choose Theresa every single time without a shred of regret. Her survival was non-negotiable.
"Get the papers ready," I said, turning my gaze directly to the doctor, my voice unyielding. "We are giving our formal consent."
