"Yiran, what are you doing here?" asked Zhuo Qianyun.
"Ye Wenming told me about it." Ling Yiran walked closer, took a deep breath, and said, "Sis Zhuo, have the operation. It's your last chance. If you give it up, there's really no way for you to recover from your illness.”
"Yiran!" Zhuo Qianyun started to panic, fearing that Lil Yan would find out about her illness.
However, Ling Yiran had deliberately said it in front of her child in hopes that Zhuo Qianyun would take the gamble for Lil Yan.
"Sis Zhuo, I know these few months are precious to you. You're afraid that once you take the bet, you won't even have these few months, but... if you win, you’ll be able to watch Lil Yan grow up."
As she spoke, Ling Yiran paused and touched her bulging belly. "It's like how I'm gambling too. Maybe it would've been safer if I had chosen a fetal reduction, but as a mother, it's hard to give up any of my three children. So I decided to take a gamble for the kids."
"Sis Zhuo, you have to take a gamble for yourself too. If you miss this opportunity, don't you think Lil Yan will resent you when he grows up? He'll resent you for not taking the bet and leaving him so soon. You have nothing to lose by betting a few months against several decades!"
Zhuo Qianyun trembled and looked at her bewildered son.
'Will he? Will Lil Yan resent me in the future?'
The little one could not quite understand what the adults were saying, but he did understand one thing. "Mommy, I don't want you to leave me. I want to grow up with you. I... I'll grow up soon, and I can protect you when I grow up!"
Zhuo Qianyun immediately burst into tears.
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