Wendy called Stanley out, saying she needed to talk to him privately.
Jessica immediately made a fuss, grabbing onto Stanley''s muscr arm. "If you have something to say, just say it here!"
She wasn''t letting Stanley go.
Wendy looked between the two of them. Now that she was pregnant, why should she bear this burden alone? She couldn''t let Stanley and Jessica continue their little moment. No, she had to tell Stanley what was going on.
Wendy said firmly, "Jessica, this is none of your business. can only talk to him about it. Mr. Hawk, I''ll be waiting for you outside."
With that, Wendy walked out.
Jessica pulled at Stanley''s arm. "Stanley, you''re not going anywhere."
Stanley pulled his arm away gently. "I''ll just be a minute."
He turned and walked out.
"Stanley!" Jessica shouted after him, her voice filled with frustration.
Stanley steppe
stepped into the hallway, where Wendy was waiting for him.
He walked toward her. "You wanted to talk?"
Wendy looked at him, her expression serious. "Yes."
Stanley nodded. "Go ahead."
Wendy hesitated, unsure of how to start.
Stanley''s brow furrowed. "What, now you''re not going to say anything?"
Wendy finally spoke, her voice calm but inquisitive, "Mr. Hawk, have you ever thought about bing a father?"
Stanley paused, clearly taken aback by the question. "Why do you ask that?"
Wendy gave a small smile, her eyes twinkling. "Well, I just noticed that you''re not getting any younger. I was just
curious."
Stanley shook his head, his voice cold and distant. "I haven''t thought about it. I don''t like kids."
His tone made it clear he wasn''t interested in having children. It was final.
Wendy wasn''t shocked, though there was a hint of disappointment in her voice as she replied, "Okay."
Stanley looked at her, his gaze intense. "So, you called me out here just to ask me that?"
He nced up and down her figure, a faint smirk tugging at his lips. "You''d better not tell me you''re pregnant."
"I''m not!" Wendy quickly shook her head, wanting to put an end to that line of questioning
Just then, her phone rang with a soft melody. She pulled it out to see "Samuel" shing on the screen.
Without a second thought, she denied the call.
Stanley raised an eyebrow, the faintest smile curling his lips "Why didn''t you answer? Is it not convenient with
me here?"
Wendy didn''t respond.
Stanley''s voice turned curious, almost too calm. "Are you nning to have kids with Samuel
Wendy looked at him with a nk expression. "I''m not. I''m gonna go
She moved as if to walk away.
But Stanley reached out and grabbed her wrist, holding her in ce "Wendy.."
He trailed off, as if he was about to say something, but stopped himself.
Wendy stood still, watching him, waiting for him to continue.
What
was he going to say? Did he want her to save Jessica? Did he want her to die so Jessica could live?
She met his gaze with clear, steady eyes. Stanley didn''t speak.
After a long pause, Wendy decided to take the lead.
"Is it true that my heart matches Jessica''s perfectly?"
Stanley''s tall, imposing frame stiffened, his expression faltering for a moment. "How do you know about that?"
"Jessica told me just now."
Stanley frowned. This was something he hadn''t wanted Jessica to know, but somehow, she had figured it out and told Wendy.
Wendy''s voice grew serious. "If I save Jessica, I won''t survive. Do you want me to die?"
Stanley didn''t answer.
Wendy gave a small, almost sad smile. “Jessica and I aren''t close. I''m not insane enough to give her my heart. So forget about it-unless you truly want me to die."
Stanley''s eyes were filled with conflicting emotions,
Wendy jerked her arm free from his grasp, turning to leave
Stanley stood there, alone in the hallway for a long while, his mind racing. Then,
he slowly made his way back into the hospital room.
"Are you done talking? What did Wendy say to you?" Jessica asked, eager to know /