"Becca..."
"Sis, please don't look at me with pity. I'm fine, really fine. Since I've chosen to separate from him, I won't care about these things anymore."
Looking at Rebecca Quentin's earnest and indifferent face, Christine Quinn wanted to comfort her but didn't know what to say. After all, it wasn't the time to comfort Rebecca Quentin yet.
"Alright then, think carefully about the child, but don't consider removing the child in these two days. Wait until you're a bit healthier in a few days."
"Okay."
"You should rest now. I'll take Andrew to the living room to play..."
"Sis, thank you."
"What are you talking about? Go to sleep!"
Rebecca Quentin pulled up the blanket and slowly lay down on the bed.
Christine Quinn, holding Andrew, stood by the bed, looking at Rebecca Quentin's closed eyes and even more exhausted face with compassion.
The two sisters were so similar, both fell for a man they shouldn't have loved...
