"I wish I could spare you this pain, Sophia," he said, his words deliberate, almost gentle. "But this child… will only be a distraction. If it is born, there is no way we will survive."
He exhaled slowly, his tone sharpening like the edge of a blade.
"And I am not willing to take that risk. Do you understand?"
His declaration struck her like a death sentence.
Sophia gasped, her tears falling freely as she stared at him, unable to believe that the man she once loved was truly gone.
Her breath hitched as she stared deeply into Arthur's eyes, her sobs coming to an abrupt halt.
In that moment, a painful realization settled over her like a suffocating weight—there was no use in trying to fight him on this.
His mind was already consumed, his obsession with Angel clouding all reason, all morality. He was too far gone, and no amount of pleading would change that.
A lump formed in her throat as she swallowed the bitter truth.
