As if afraid her words would upset me, the nurse beside me quickly said, “Enough, stop talking!” 

However, I wasn’t upset at all. If anything, I felt like laughing. 

If these people only knew that the so-called good husband they spoke of had abandoned his wife and child to serve another woman, I wonder how they would feel. 

Yet, none of that mattered anymore. Right now, all I cared about was saving my child. 

The anesthetic was injected into my body, and just before I lost consciousness, I weakly glanced at the young nurse. 

“The child…” 

I barely whispered those two words before drifting into a deep sleep. 

When I opened my eyes again, the sterile smell of disinfectant filled my nose. 

The anesthesia still hadn’t worn off, and I slowly raised my hand, instinctively resting it on my stomach. 

“You’re awake? How do you feel? Don’t worry, the baby’s safe,” the nurse said as she entered. When she saw me awake, her eyes lit up with happiness. 

As she adjusted my blanket, she couldn’t help but say, “After everything your husband has done, you’re still worrying about his child in a life-or-death situation. Is it really worth it?” 

I bit back the pain, forcing a weak smile. “At the very least, the child is innocent, right?” 

The nurse froze for a moment, then gave a small nod. Sympathy flickered in her eyes, but she said nothing more. Instead, she simply reminded me to rest before quietly leaving the room. 

Exhaustion weighed heavy on me, and I was about to drift off when voices from the next room reached my ears.