“Do you like it? The house is big enough. Should we get a cat?” Evan turned and asked her.
Emma frowned at his words. “Aren’t you allergic to cat fur?”
Emma had always loved animals, but the main reason they never had any pets was Evan’s allergy. He couldn't be around animals like cats or dogs.
“It’s fine. When I’m home, you can just keep it in a separate room. When I leave, you can let it out to play with you,” Evan said with a smile.
But Emma shook her head, her expression sad as she looked at the cute cat tree. A wave of melancholy washed over her.
She didn’t have much time left herself. What was the point of getting a cat? If she died, and Evan didn't like animals, where would the cat go? It would only end up abandoned.
To avoid that, it was best not to adopt one in the first place.
As she was lost in thought, her phone rang in her purse. Usually, when her phone rang, it was either a delivery driver or a telemarketer.
So, she didn’t bother walking away, simply taking out her phone in front of Evan.
The call was from an unknown number.
Thinking it might be a courier for one of the packages she was expecting, Emma answered. “Hello?”
There was a long silence on the other end.
Emma said hello again. Just as she was about to hang up, thinking it was a prank call, a man’s voice finally came through.
“It’s already eleven. How much longer until you get to the hospital?”
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