Chapter 1118

Fatima raised her hand to flick the hair at her temples and took a deep breath. The warm breath blurred the window in front of her. "Jeric, can I beg you for the last time to let go of me and our child?" The baby was her life. If she lost the baby, it would be fatal to her. It would make her feel that her life was dark and she had nothing. Jeric loosened his grip and flipped his short hair irritably. "I've been avoiding the topic for half a year, but you've asked me this countless times. Fatima, don't you feel tired?" "What about you?" The woman suddenly turned around and glared at him. "Have you ever answered a question with your true face?" She gave Jeric an answer at first. He said that there were only two ways. One was to give the child to her, and the other was to take the child away. She would die. Fatima had made up her mind and had never changed. She had even thought of escaping. But escape couldn't change anything, and even couldn't change the situation. What was the