New York University Medical Center.
"What a tragedy. A perfectly healthy baby girl, just gone like that."
"That scumbag deserves to die!"
"Their marriage is definitely over."
"Not necessarily."
"Hm?"
"That man seems to be a famous designer, the kind who earns a lot. They also have a son and a daughter at home. As long as he admits his mistake, the chances of divorce aren't that high."
"Are you kidding? She has to put up with a scumbag like that just because of this? Aren't women in the United States supposed to value freedom the most?"
"Kid, you've watched too many TV shows... Most families in the United States still have the man working outside while the woman stays home as a full-time housewife. With no income, how can she be free? You think Desperate Housewives was just a joke?"
"That woman has a job. She seems to be some kind of music teacher."
"How much can a teacher earn? Especially one in the arts—that costs the most money. Without money to support love, you either end up spacing out or becoming a god. And there's one god in ten thousand, at most."
"If it were me, I absolutely wouldn't compromise!"
"Right, I wouldn't either..."
All kinds of gossip spread rapidly through the hospital.
John Coleman's wife had just been saved, but the baby girl in her womb had miscarried. A family storm was about to erupt, and the onlookers quietly exchanged their opinions.
Young people who had not yet been battered by society felt that this marriage was definitely finished, while worldly old hands expressed more pessimistic views.
Of course, after the young people stubbornly held their ground, the older people all chimed in.
"Adam, what do you think?"
Caroline, standing outside the ward, asked Adam beside her,