These words struck a nerve. The gentleness on Liam's face shattered instantly, his eyes turned icy, and he shoved me away with tremendous force. My already weak body slammed against the headboard, a sharp pain shooting through my lower back, and my ankle wound throbbed. "What nonsense are you spouting!" His voice was filled with suppressed rage, his resistance undisguised.
Seeing his discomfiture, I sneered inwardly—sure enough, he was afraid. Afraid that if I had another healthy child, it would threaten Vanessa and Zeke's position.
Liam clearly realized his slip of the tongue, took a deep breath, softened his tone, but his eyes unconsciously darted towards the door, avoiding my gaze. "Clara, I didn't mean to be mean to you." He reached out to touch me, but I subtly avoided him. "Have you forgotten what the doctor said? Your body is severely depleted after the bone marrow extraction, and you're not suitable to get pregnant and have children again. I can't bear to see you suffer like that again."
He paused, then began to weave lies again, his tone carrying a false sincerity: "Besides, Leo will need someone to take care of him for the rest of his life. The doctor just said today that a lady who received your blood donation is looking for someone to adopt her child, who is very healthy. I was thinking... having a healthy child with Leo can help take care of him in the future."
“Don’t worry,” he stepped forward and gently pressed my shoulder, his strength controlled, “Leo is my only biological son. Everything I do is for his sake.”
My heart felt like it was being gripped tightly by an icy hand, the pain almost suffocating me. Considering his needs? He personally fed our son cashews, orchestrated the car accident to remove my bone marrow, and now he wants to bring someone else's child into the family, gradually replacing Leo. Is this what you call "considering his needs"?
He was so immersed in his role that he probably even believed his own feigned fatherly love. Looking at the calculation in his eyes, a metallic taste rose in my throat, but I forcibly suppressed it. When I spoke again, my voice was as calm as still water, devoid of any emotion: "Okay, I understand. You can arrange it."