"That's good."
Becca didn't say anything more.
Alexander Quentin spoke slowly again. "Becca, I'm afraid my illness won't get better. I want you to promise me something."
Becca quickly reached out to comfort her father. "Dad, you shouldn't say that. You'll definitely get better."
"Promise me first."
"Alright. You tell me. As long as I can do it, I will help you accomplish it."
"I hope you can have a child for Howard Geoffrey," Alexander Quentin said suddenly.
"Huh?" Becca didn't react for a moment. "Uh... Dad, it's not that I haven't considered having a child, but Howard said we're still young and there's no rush." She prevaricated, trying to shift the blame to Howard.
"No rush?" Alexander Quentin looked at Becca skeptically. "But Howard just told me that he wants to have a child with you sooner rather than later."
Alexander Quentin was lying, of course.
"He... he said that?" Becca was a little surprised.
