Adeline's POV I lay in the hospital bed in Switzerland, staring at the white ceiling. My hands were shaking as I touched my belly. The baby was so small, but I could feel it there. A tiny life was growing inside me while my body was trying to kill itself. The Swiss doctor, Dr. Mueller, had explained everything to me three times, but I still couldn't believe it. The cancer was real. It was spreading. And I was pregnant. "Mrs. Rhodes," Dr. Mueller said gently. "We need to operate tomorrow morning. The cancer is growing fast." "What about my baby?" I whispered. "The baby is still very small. Only eight weeks. The surgery... it might save your life, but..." He didn't finish. He didn't need to. I knew what he meant. Matthew sat in the chair next to my bed. He had been there for three days, holding my hand, bringing me soup I couldn't eat. "Adeline, you have to choose,"
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