The outcome of trying once was just as expected, coming with hope, leaving in disappointment.
Daxton Lancaster buried himself in Violet Zimmerman's neck hollow, his voice hoarse from drinking.
"Violet, Mom said... she wants to take both of us to the hospital for a checkup..."
Violet Zimmerman stared blankly at the ceiling above, her fingers tightly gripping the sheet beneath her.
She understood what Daxton Lancaster meant, if they went to the hospital then...
"Daxton, let me think about it." Violet Zimmerman spoke with difficulty, biting her lip after finishing her words.
When a husband encounters difficulties, it is natural for the wife to want to help share the burden, but—
She just couldn't do it.
A sigh echoed in the neck hollow, Daxton Lancaster's voice filled with a desperate kind of despair.
"I don't have time."
A month, she couldn't afford to consider it.
Daxton Lancaster slept, the man who had been drinking snored loudly.
