Anna Jadwin leaned against the sink, her mind blank and throbbing, and even breathing seemed to be extremely laborious.
"That night, after we slept together... I didn't take any contraceptive measures. Haven't you always wanted a daughter?"
An ironic smile appeared on Anna Jadwin's lips, her throat choked, and she didn't even have the strength to hang up the phone.
"That night you mentioned you wanted a daughter who looks like me..." Cathy Xavier's voice was filled with laughter, sounding very happy, "I want to have another child for you too. You'll be happy, right?"
She should've hung up immediately, so her heart wouldn't feel this endless, gnawing pain!
But she stayed, as if bewitched—holding the stiff posture and listening to the call.
"Hello? Is the signal bad? Why aren't you saying anything?"
Anna Jadwin closed her eyes, tears dripping from the corners of her eyes.
Closing the phone, she felt cold all over, and squatted down.