Grace was lying sickly on the ward bed, but there was a deep cut on her hand, while the other hand was holding a knife, which fell to the floor when she saw Celia.

Blood dripped down the wound, and Grace muttered.

"I wanna die. Aborting my child is the same as killing me."

She tilted her head and said to Celia, "Don't save me. Let me die."

Celia wrapped her hands around herself and stood still, "Well, then I'll just watch you die like this."

Grace froze for a ...