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"What's on your mind?" Lyra waved her hand in front of his eyes and pursed her lips, "Is it your first tto be a father? You're inexperienced, so you are too nervous?" Malcolm stopped thinking at way and responded, "Yes, I'm overjoyed." He gently helped Lyra tuck her hair behind her ears, knelt down to help her put on her shoes, and then carried her away, "Let's go home." On the way, those little nurses saw the two lovey-dovey look and felt envious. Lyra was embarrassed and buried her face beside his neck.

"Malcolm, don't always spoillike this. It's not like | can't walk by myself." Malcolm smiled slightly. His voice was calm and steady, "Even the doctor said twins need extra attention, your future vomiting reaction may be stronger. | won't let you be so hard so | have to do something.” Feeling sweet, Lyra allowed him to carry her out through the quiet staff aisle of the hospital and all the way to the car.

Back at Lyre Spiti, Lyra sat on the bed. She was still reading the checklist, and exclaiming the wonders of conceiving life.

Malcolm sat cross-legged next to her with a book in his lap. He seemed to read intently, but he didn't blink his eyes as if he was thinking about something else.

Lyra rested her head on his lap and asked delicately, "Malcolm, for twins, would you prefer two baby boys, two baby girls, or a baby girl and a baby boy?" Malcolm didn't answer, still staring blankly at the pages.

"Malcolm?" Lyra waved her hand in front of his eyes again to bring him back to his thoughts.

"What's wrong with you today? Absent-minded?" "Rara ..." Malcolm grabbed her small hand and looked at her. Remembering what Chad had said, he took a deep breath and struggled with the question several times before deciding to ask it.

"We ... will have children later. Can we ... abort this one?" "What did you say?" Lyra did not react and froze before digesting his words. She pulled her hand out of his palm, as if her heart had instantly sunk to the bottom, and her limbs turned cold.

"I'm having twins. How many chances like this do you get in life? Why do you ...?" She was puzzled. Remembering that Alice may talk something to Malcolm the other day, she started to satirize, "So, you took Alice at her word and suspected that this baby is Anthony's? You don't believe my feelings for you?" "Of course | believe in your feelings for me. How could | possibly think that way? Rara ..." Lyra avoided his touch and rolled over to get out of bed.

Malcolm was quick to cling to her from behind, put his head against her shoulder, and hurriedly explained.

"You misunderstood. You were conceived when the virus in my body was not yet dispelled. The babies are likely to be born with the disease, and even you may be infected.” "And there is only one super virus serum, not to mention that you are now in pregnancy. It is impossible to inject these vaccine shots, | really ... dare not take the risk with your body." Lyra's anxious mood gradually calmed down.

Malcolm continued, "So... we'd better give up, right?" "What do you want to do about it?" Her eyes looked calm as she turned back to look at him.

"There is a foreign drug called Mifepristone, perfect for abortion when the babies are still small. The damage to the body is minimal. You can recuperate for a period of time, and you will soon recover. When the body recovers in the future, we will have the baby again, OK?" Lyra didn't say anything.

She looked at the checklist and fell into a long silence.

When she first learned of the pregnancy, she wasn't ready to be a mother either, but now, she was truly looking forward to the arrival of these two babies ..

But Malcolm wanted to cruelly sentence these two babies to death.

"Rara?" Malcolm clutched her hands nervously.

Lyra thought for a moment and asked, "Did the doctor say that the two children must have contracted the virus as a result?" "No, but there is a chance. You have to have the babies born to do the lab tests to confirm the diagnosis, but | don't dare to risk your health. Sacrificing this babies is the safest way to go." Hearing what he said, Lyra had an idea in mind.

"Since it's a matter of chance, I'm sure the babies and | will be the lucky ones! Besides, when the doctor injected you with the super virus serum, he left a sample for research. So even if we do unfortunately contract the disease, | believe that the doctor and Micah's medical skills will keepand the babies safe!" She grabbed Malcolm's hand and let him stroke her belly, "Since God sent these two little ones to us, we have to cherish and love them. If we lose them, even if we get pregnant next time, they won't be these two babies.” Malcolm carefully stroked her belly twice.

The babies’ presence could not be felt at all in her currently flat belly, and his inner turmoil was not a tiny bit lessened by this.

"Rara, | don't want to bet ..." Lyra's tone was deliberate as she pinched his lowered jaw and made him see her eyes.

"But, I'm willing to gamble with the babies! With the Doctor and Micah, even if | lose the bet, there won't be any risk to my life! Malcolm, | hope you respect my choice. We can't cruelly deprive the babies of their right to cinto this world just because of the odds." Seeing the determination in her eyes, Malcolm sighed and compromised, "Okay, I'll go with you, just this once!" "Hmm!" Lyra nodded, "Malcolm, you were too miserable before. We can't be unlucky all the time, right? | believe that God can always favor us once!" Malcolm gently tapped the tip of her nose, full of doting.

"So what do you want to order for dinner tonight? I'll cook." Lyra didn't answer. Just now when Malcolm opened his mouth, it looked like he already made up his mind so she always felt something strange.

Thinking of this, she asked him, "Malcolm, you've even inquired about that kind of drug | should use. You're not planning anything in advance, are you?" Malcolm's face froze. He didn't expect Lyra to figure it out so quickly.

She was right.

His eyes dodged and he was going to lie and muddle through.

The phone on the bedside table suddenly rang.

He turned his head around to see that it was Chad.

Remembering that he asked Chad to leave the country to buy the drug today, he was afraid of being found out and was about to refuse to answer the phone when it was taken by Lyra.

Lyra wrinkled her brows slightly and looked at him inquisitively, "Look at your gesture. It's Chad's call. Why didn't you answer it?" Lyra didn't give him a chance to make excuses and decisively clicked answer button and put it on speakerphone.

Chad's anxious voice cimmediately.

"Bro! | can't do this. | have a guilty conscience! You want to hide it from Lyra to buy drugs. If this is known to her, not only you'll suffer, | have to suffer as well, not to mention that this decision is too cruel ..." Malcolm lowered his head. His face was pale with misery. His eyelashes kept fluttering, and he swallowed uneasily.

Lyra gave him a cool stare.

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