"Christine, Christine..."
Outside the door, Skyler Jones anxiously yet patiently knocked on the door.
But even though Skyler Jones knocked for a long time, there was no sound from inside.
Worried about Christine Quinn inside, Skyler Jones finally broke down the door.
Immediately, Skyler Jones rushed to the bed and embraced Christine Quinn, who was sitting dazed by the head of the bed.
"Darling, don't be like this, it hurts me to see you..."
Christine Quinn seemed like a soul-less being, blankly leaning against Skyler Jones's shoulder, emotionless and silent.
"You should understand my decision..."
"So, you're afraid that I'll give birth to a child with a genetic disorder, and that's why you don't want this child, right?"
