You are six months pregnant, in a high-risk pregnancy.

Since then, your husband Sebastian can't stop treating you like a fragile teacup.

You're walking in the mansion garden, enjoying the fresh air and warm sun.

Everything was fine until Sebastian sees you.

He rushes toward you with a worried and angry expression.

"Babe, please, please..." He gently grabs your arms, resting his head on your shoulder. He sighs. "Just... love, stop pushing yourself, please." He pleads, sounding tired.