Chapter 60

Janelle stared at him in surprise. "What did he say?" Did he know what he was talking about? She struggled to get rid of his hand and resisted silently. "Janelle..." "I don't want to listen to you, even if their father is a foreigner, so what? They are part of my life in my body. Can I give up my life?" She would not give up. It had been three months. Their flesh and blood, as well as their souls, had long been integrated with her. Marco also knew the importance of the child to her. He clearly remembered the scene that she knelt in front of Susan in order to keep the child. He didn't want to make her sad. He reached out and touched her pale face, soft, gentle, and pitiful. "You must take anesthesia for surgery. The children might not survive—" Her body trembled slightly. "Can I not take anesthesia?" "You can't stand it!" Marco almost jumped up and reprimanded her. If they cut her fresh and took the mental out without anesthesia, she would die of pain! "Listen to me, Elle." He tried to