The tears Avery shed were streaming down her hair through the corners of her eyes.
Avery was desperate. She was struggling for survival.
Probably, because of Avery's fear, the baby always moved and kicked Avery's stomach.
"Baby, I'm sorry. I can't protect you," Avery tried to comfort her baby, but the baby didn't stop as if the doctor had cut her belly.
"Rebecca, I beg you. Please. It is none of the baby's business. I can do anything for you. Please let the baby be safe."
As a mother, Avery would like to do anything for her child. Even if Rebecca requested her to kneel, she would like to do so.
"When you made a cut on my face, have you ever thought that you would come to beg me?" Rebecca said to Avery. Then, she turned to the doctor, "What are you waiting for? Do it! Quickly."
With a white coat, the doctor hurriedly picked up a scalpel from a small white plate.
