Let's have a child 3

Seeing Arnold's lips moving, Chloe didn't want to hear another word.

She forcefully pulled her hand out of Arnold's grip.

Arnold looked at her, and in Chloe's eyes, he saw nothing but desperation and endless hatred.

Desperate hatred.

The more love there is, the more hate there will be — perhaps even deeper.

Suddenly, a gun appeared in Chloe's hand, and it was not pointed at Arnold, but at her own head.

"Are you trying to force me by threatening to kill yourself?" Arnold asked calmly.

Chloe retorted, "Didn't you say you didn't believe I would die? Didn't you say self-harm would only leave more scars for someone like me? Well, now, I'll prove your point. Would that make you happy?"

"If I die right in front of you like this, will you be sad? Will you feel even a little bit guilty?"

Arnold, seeing her crazy move, thought Chloe might really pull the trigger.

Chloe was aiming at her own head, a sure death.

If she died, would he feel guilty? Would he be sad?