Alice Conley looked at her friend who was lowering her head, speaking these words with a serene expression, yet she felt a lifeless aura from her, as if at this moment, Mabel Quinn's heart had already turned to ashes.
At this moment, Alice would rather her friend be crying, shouting; anything would be better than this silence.
The quieter it gets, the more it makes one worry.
"Even if you can't keep this child, you're still young, and Kyle Kinston is only in his early thirties. You can still have a second, a third, even more children…" Alice comforted her, "Maybe in the future, you'll complain about having too many children." She wanted to lighten the mood, to ease the heavy atmosphere.
Mabel Quinn looked down, impossible, things will never be as Alice said… "Alice, I really envy you. You must safely bring your child into this world."
