Seeing Johnny’s prolonged silence, Tilda decided to leave.
She took a step forward, and Johnny followed suit.
Tilda grew irritated.
“Don’t you understand what I’m saying?”
“I do.” He lowered his gaze, grateful for the darkness of the night that dimmed the lights on the staircase, concealing the tear in the corner of his eye. “I promised Rosalind that I would take you back.”
“I can go by myself.”
“Let me accompany you, and… our child, for a part of the way.”
Tilda’s lips moved, but she couldn’t bring herself to say anything cruel. She let him follow her.
The journey felt incredibly long.
Each step seemed so heavy.
They rarely had such a quiet moment together. Johnny truly wished that Tilda lived higher up, so he could accompany her a little longer.
Eventually, they reached the entrance of Tilda’s apartment.
She knocked on the door, and Rosalind, who had been waiting there, opened it quickly.
Seeing Tilda and Johnny behind her, she knew they hadn’t resolved things.
But it made sense…
How could they possibly resolve this?
Tilda couldn’t possibly ask Johnny to kill his daughter, could she?
“Come in.”
Rosalind took the initiative to hold Tilda’s hand and cast a deep glance at Johnny before closing the door.
“Rosalind… Am I doing the right thing?”
“I can’t interfere with this matter. I can only support whatever decision you make.”
Rosalind made an impulsive decision herself years ago to give birth to two children. Although she didn’t regret it, she had suffered greatly and nearly died during a difficult labor. How could she dare to offer advice to Tilda?
She helped Tilda onto the couch and poured her a glass of warm water.
Tilda didn’t take it, only looking at Rosalind. “Johnny knows about my pregnancy.”
“Mm, I figured as much.”
“He wants me to keep the baby.”
Rosalind had also guessed as much.
Tilda pursed her lips tightly before she continued, her voice strained, “Rosalind, do you know when I saw those pregnant women with their swollen bellies in the hospital, clearly enduring hardships but still smiling, I thought being a mother must be a very happy thing.”
Rosalind pondered for a moment and nodded. “It is indeed very fulfilling.”
“So I really want to give Johnny a chance! After confirming my pregnancy, do you know what my first ridiculous thought was? I was thinking about what our child would be like, and whether they would resemble me or Johnny.”
“If it’s a boy, I hope he takes after me more so he won’t grow up to be a scoundrel like his father! If it’s a girl, I hope she looks like him with thick eyebrows and big eyes. She’ll definitely be a beautiful girl like Floyd.”
Rosalind sighed and took Tilda’s cold hand.
“Tilda, so you want to keep the baby?”
Tilda shook her head. “I can’t keep it. It’s not about wanting or not wanting.”
“You love Johnny.”
“How could I not? His unique preference… which woman wouldn’t be moved by that? Rosalind, even someone as cold as you was captivated by Ulric. So how could I not be captivated by Johnny? I’m not as beautiful as you are, so I never dared to imagine that a man like him would pursue me with such devotion.”
Rosalind wanted to say something several times but held back each time.
It seemed like nothing she said would be appropriate.
“Rosalind, I can’t hesitate. I can’t keep this child. Tell me that I can’t keep it, please.”