't be a sin either because it's clearly related to your health," Ignazio persisted. But

rong enough. At least when I enter the second trimester or at

be too late to treat your cancer,"

that God has given me. My life, f

quickly toward his wife, who sat at the edge of the bed. He knelt on bot

ry important to me. I love you, Gretta. You are my life, my existence, the owner of my heart. If you were to leave, what

eek against his head and embracing him tightly. "I love you too

let me do it later, after this child in my womb is strong enough to fend fo

is wife, he complied. In the fourth month of Grett

of their bodies go weak instantly. "The cancer has spread to the peritoneum and lymph

he healing pr

your wife's pregnancy, surgery can only be performed after she gives birth.

option is ch

will it be okay?" G

pes of cancer that can spread to the fetus. However, the effects of chemotherapy will still be very hars

to her initial principle, chose not to undergo any treatment until the baby in her womb wa

promised to take her abroad and find the best treatment, but Gretta continued to refu

e during childbirth?" Gretta asked one evening as they relaxed

like discussions like this. It felt like a code that made Ignazio brace hi

cushion. Her face was pale, her once thick, black hair now covered by a

ition. Her stomach enlarged while her face became incredibly gaunt, her cheekbones jutting out. Her eyes were sunken

less of the child inside her being his, in Ignazi

at I can enter heaven,

so casually. You won't leave me, Gretta. Because if that h

of happiness," Ignazio said angrily, causing

io

se. You promised me

uld undergo all treatment

e." And after saying that, Ignazio rose from his seat, leaving G

hey would perform cancer removal surgery on her.

nceive again later, but Ignazio didn't care. For him,

ch

ran an orphanage that took care of less fortunate children

s wife's safety. He completely ignored the baby t

the operation waiting room, waiting for the door to open and gi