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."

must tell me. You can't have sex in a month. You need nutrition, otherwise, you're very likely to have anemia. You are not a young mother. If you do not take care of your

rushed out of the ward as if fleeing after

who actually yelled at a

the hospital bed for a long time before saying,

the child?" Winter looked at the man's tall back

turned his head, and looked at her deeply, “If you don't ask,

He then turned away.

buried herself deep under the thin covers. Her long-suppressed tears were out

She lost her child.

pressing his lips together. Sylvia

Her skin was fair. Her eyes were clear. Her nose was pointing. She

very mean. She

had an

up and met Franklin's dark eyes. Her

looking at her

prey that he was going

"Darling, I behave so well today! Can I

just stuffed a shrimp into her mouth when Franklin bent

her small tender face with his big palm. His strong masculine aura made her heart beat faster. Her brain seemed to lack

the silent office, Sylvia blushed. How could he be so cheeky?

embarrassed and at the same

at any moment. She didn't want any regret. During that time, it was always Franklin who chased

She stuffed a piece of chicken into her mouth and

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

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

kissed him with

for a second, his dark eyes deeper. Did she really take the initiative to

and arrogant man clasped the back of her

Sylvia responded to him

might be

would have no

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