Bab 167: Can't run from Samuel

Tristan and Karina had just arrived at the apartment and immediately rested in their room. The man looked sympathetically at his wife, who appeared gloomy and slumped against a pile of pillows, reminding him of how stressed she had been facing those who demanded she take responsibility for her mistakes.

"Are you okay?" he asked.

"Yes..." Karina smiled with a brave look in her eyes. "Don't worry about me, you've been a tremendous help."

Tristan smiled and then sat on the edge of the bed, holding Karina's calf and gently massaging it.

"It's not something we always have to talk about because it's my responsibility as your husband," he said. "As long as you're willing to try to do better, I'll do anything for you..."

"And this is for our child," Karina whispered.

"Of course..."

Tristan reached out to touch Karina's belly.

"Three months to go... We'll meet her."

"I hope I won't give birth to her in prison," Karina said anxiously.