Chapter: 815

Attempting to rise from the bed, she was halted by Theodore.

Startled, she spun around, gripping his wrist. A contrived smile pulled at her lips as she asked, “What

are you doing? Aren’t you happy?”

Theodore continued his silent vigil, prompting panic to flare within her.

Tear-filled eyes met his as she clung to his hands, her voice quivering. “You’re going to be a father.

Aren’t you excited?”

Looking at the person in front of him, Theodore’s face was a whirlwind of emotions that were quickly

suppressed.

Seeing his calm, indifferent expression, despair took a stronger hold on Ariana. “How did you find out?

Did you look into Mitchel’s medical records?” she asked, her voice wavering.

Her desperate words seemed to steel his resolve. He hardened his expression, his lips pressing into a

tight line. Despite his efforts, he found himself saying, “Aria, we can’t keep our babies.”

“why?” The single word escaped Ariana in a whisper, her voice trembling. A lone tear slid down her

flushed cheek. She clung to his hand, pleading, “Why abort them? They are your children too!”

His hand gently brushed away the tear on her face. In a husky voice, all he could muster was, “We

can’t keep them.”

“But give me a reason!” Her demand echoed in the room. She wrenched her hand away from him, her

nails scratching harsh red marks on his arm.

Caught off guard, Theodore swiftly grasped her hand, his mouth opening, yet no sound emerged.

She stared at him, her eyes pleading. “Please, don’t abort our babies.

We can handle whatever comes our way. Please, don’t abort them.”

Theodore clung to her hand, wrestling with his thoughts. Ariana’s pleas seemed to bring Marley’s shrill

voice to his ears. She declared that the children would become a madman like him, that they would

hate him for their existence.

Theodore felt a surge of despair. Struggling to ignore the voice in his head, he gathered his composure.

Gazing at Ariana, his voice steady, he declared, “We can’t keep the children. They’re not developing

well. This could cause severe harm to your health. If you want a child, we can adopt one.”

His expression solidified his decision.

Ariana studied him, her gaze distant. Her eyes welled with tears as she pushed his hand away. “Huh?

You want to abort our children?!” she spat out, disbelief lacing her voice.

Before he could respond, she interjected, “I am the one who’s pregnant.

This is my body. I decide whether or not to have an abortion. If you’re adamant about it, we can get a

divorce. I can raise the babies myself. It’s none of your concern.”

Theodore’s heart pounded in his chest. He spoke solemnly, a shadow crossing his face. “I won’t

divorce you. I’ve already told you that we won’t separate.”

His words spurred Ariana into a desperate plea. “Then let’s keep the children. I don’t want to abort

them. If you’re willing to adopt, why can’t you raise your own children?”

He fell into silence once more.

Ariana’s patience wore thin, her voice rising, “Answer me, Theodore. Why can’t you just tell me what

you’re struggling with?”

Theodore opened his mouth to respond, but was interrupted by his phone ringing. He cancelled the call

without checking the caller ID, only for it to ring again immediately. Frowning, he answered impatiently.

The conversation had his expression darkening further.

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