Times had changed.
All he felt now was distress and the desire to protect her.
He said, "The past is the past, and now is now, we cannot generalize everything. Society is progressing, and our thoughts must keep pace with its rhythm."
Josh Levs's cheek twitched slightly as he stubbed out his cigarette in the ashtray and said, "Alright, you make sense. I can't argue with you. But, when do you plan to talk to Gem about this?"
"As soon as possible!"
Three hours later, Lucas's examination results were out, and Josh Levs, looking at the thick stack of report forms, said, "The situation doesn't look good."
Lucas pursed her lips; she had vaguely heard what the gynecologist said—something about 'uterine coldness and severe deficiency' and even words like 'must be treated, but recovery isn't guaranteed.'
Yigol Foster asked, "Is it life-threatening?"
Josh nodded, "Yes!"
