Julian opened the report with trembling hands.
The few lines of black text on it stabbed into his eyes like knives:
Probability of paternity: 99.9999%.
The diagnosis report also stated it clearly:
Nine weeks pregnant.
Due to severe infection, prolonged seawater immersion, and external impact, the fetus had died.
The uterus had been permanently removed.
Julian's tall body began to sway violently.
"Impossible..."
His eyes reddened instantly.
"How could you be pregnant? Why didn't you tell me? If I had known you were pregnant, how could I possibly..."
I took a step back, avoiding his touch.
"Of course you didn't know. That night, I called for help three times, and you hung up on me three times. The first time, you said the cost was too high. The second time, Nina said she was afra
