Becca tightly gripped Christine Quinn's slightly cold hand, "Have you really figured it out?"
Christine Quinn smiled slightly and nodded, "It's my thoughts that were immature; I should have considered his feelings."
"It's all my fault... If I hadn't encouraged you to have a child back then, you and your husband wouldn't be facing such a cruel choice now." Rebecca Quentin blamed herself.
"It's not your fault. Getting pregnant was my own decision. I thought my body was fine... But we cannot ignore certain concerns. I'm a congenital heart disease patient; I should be content that I gave birth to Marie smoothly."
"Through all of this, I'm even more certain that your husband truly loves you... He rationally contemplated this issue earlier but didn't want you to feel sad, so he thought of secretly going to have a vasectomy."
"I know." When she said this, Christine Quinn's voice was filled with self-blame. "I shouldn't have misunderstood him."
