"So you're going to abort it?" Even before Dillon could stop himself, the sentence was blurted out just like that.
Right now, Dillon's facial expression was completely unreadable while he waited for her reply. There was a desperation in the way he phrased his words, as if he could guess what Giana's answer would be.
Although the woman would not answer directly, but of course Dillon knew Giana too well, even in her silence, he knew what she was thinking and what reasons she would come up with just to justify her actions.
"The current situation won't allow us to do this," Giana said with a choked voice. She turned her face away because she didn't want to gaze at Dillon too long. She couldn't bear to look into those eyes. "This situation is too complicated."
"So you're going to abort it?" Dillon repeated the same question because he didn't get a definite answer from Giana.
