I want to meet her

"How could you tell me to kill your own child?" she demanded, her voice trembling with emotion.

But Francisco's response was cold and calculated, his grip on her hair loosening as he sought to explain himself.

"Actually, it's not the child itself," he began, his tone almost clinical in its detachment.

"The thing is, the child should be in Hazel's body."

Emily recoiled in horror at Francisco's words, her disgust plain on her face.

"Are you really a normal man?" she questioned, her disbelief evident in her tone.

But Francisco offered no response to her query, his silence a damning confirmation of the depths to which he was willing to sink in pursuit of his own desires.

Emily's resolve solidified in the face of Francisco's cold indifference. "I will not abort this child, and I will see how that bitch can carry your child," she declared defiantly, her anger simmering just beneath the surface.

Her words hung in the air, heavy with the weight of her determination to defy Francisco's call