There, floating in murky formaldehyde, lay a pair of tiny fetuses.
"Damian," Arthur's voice trembled, "When you were paralyzed from your injury, Raven aborted the twins in her womb herself to test medicines for you. She can never have children again. Every month, she was praying in church, even if she was hit in an accident, making her knees hurt seriously. She tested thousands of drugs for you. Her body was ruined long ago. Never having children isn't just a wound, but it's a blade that never stops twisting. How could you betray her for another woman?"
Arthur had raised me from childhood. By the end, his voice cracked, trailing off into silence.
Back then, I'd swallowed every ounce of pain just to spare Damian's conscience. All these years, I'd prayed, not just for him, but to atone to
