Quinn lay weakly on the hospital bed. Nathan placed a peeled lime on the bedside table.

“The doctor said you need to breastfeed for at least three months.”

Quinn turned her face away, remaining silent and indifferent. Nathan sighed, feeling helpless.

“I know it’s unfair to ask you to get pregnant and have a baby at the peak of your career.”

“I even thought about asking you to terminate it.” He pursed his lips. “But you heard what the doctor said—if you terminate this pregnancy, you may never be able to conceive again.”

Before he could say more, a nurse entered, cradling the baby.

“Mrs. Brown, look how adorable the...