She was 36 but still had no right to give birth. Even if the baby was born, it would be a bastard, a jinx.

She had never had a family. She wouldn't let her child suffer the same. Tears fell down her cheeks and she closed her eyes.

She felt sorry for the baby. She failed to protect it.

She only knew what sorrow felt like when she lost her child.

She wished she were living in a novel where she could just give up everything and go abroad, and raise the child by herself.

But the reality was cruel. Clark wouldn't let go of her!

She took a deep breath, feeling hopeless.

At this time, she heard some footsteps.

She slowly opened her eyes and looked at the person that was coming Clark? Why did he look so angry?

Of course, he would be angry after knowing that she was pregnant. "I..." She wanted to say something but was interrupted rudely. "Winter, how dare you! Who gave you the galls to hide it from me? Are you happy now that the child is gone?"

"Why did you wear high heels when you know you're pregnant? Why didn't you protect yourself? Why did you give the bitch Sarai a chance to hurt you?"

The man's rough voice echoed over the ward.

His face which was more beautiful than women was full of anger now. Winter looked at him in shock, incredulous.

Was she wrong? Why did she seem to see a trace of regret and distress in his eyes?

The doctor who followed quickly gave Winter a new examination, "Does it hurt?"

"Yes."

"Do you feel unwell anywhere else?"

"Nope."

sex in a month. You need nutrition, otherwise, you're very likely to have anemia. You are not a

rushed out of the ward as if fleeing after

scared by Clark, who actually yelled

on the hospital bed for a long time before saying, "I'll ask the maid to come

you keep the child?" Winter

deeply, “If you

He then turned away.

buried herself deep under the thin covers. Her

She lost her child.

pressing his lips together. Sylvia

on. Her skin was fair. Her eyes were clear. Her nose

beautiful yet very mean. She was never sweet to him

had an

who was eating, looked up and met Franklin's dark eyes.

he looking at her like

looked like her as if she was prey

"Darling, I behave so well today! Can

Sylvia had just stuffed a shrimp into her mouth when Franklin

her small tender face with his big palm. His strong masculine

blushed. How could he be so cheeky? He stole her

the same

her poison could be cured, she could die at any moment. She didn't want any regret. During that time, it

a piece of chicken into her mouth and the next second, she grabbed

raised her fair face and looked at the man's sexy thin

in a masterful tone, "Mr. Maskelyne, since you're hungry, I will feed you

him with her

a second, his dark eyes deeper. Did

and arrogant man clasped the back of

the first time, Sylvia responded to

might be

least, she would have no

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