Sia’s POV
Arthur pleaded with me, his eyes filled with concern, as he urged me to take just one bite of the food he had prepared. It had been two long days since we received the devastating news of my miscarriage, and ever since then, I had lost all appetite and energy. The weight of guilt pressed heavily on my heart, blaming myself for the loss of the precious life growing inside me. Celine, too, shared my worries about my deteriorating health.
Stubbornly, I refused to leave the hospital, prolonging our stay. Celine's voice trembled with worry as she implored me to eat, warning me of the dire consequences if I continued to deny myself sustenance. In my despair, I uttered words that reflected my shattered state of mind, questioning whether it would be better for me to join my unborn chi
