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."

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

of the ward

actually yelled

hospital bed for a

I was pregnant, would you keep the

head, and looked at her deeply, “If you don't ask, how will

He then turned away.

the thin covers. Her long-suppressed tears were out

She lost her child.

at Sylvia, pressing his lips together. Sylvia was enjoying the

was fair. Her eyes

very mean. She was never sweet to

had an unfathomable

met Franklin's

looking at her like

like her as if she was prey that he was going to swallow at

eyes dark. "Darling, I

She could feel his breath. It was charming. Sylvia had just stuffed a shrimp into her mouth when Franklin bent to kiss

His strong masculine aura made her heart

he be so cheeky?

at the same time kind

could die at any moment. She didn't want any regret. During that time, it was

suddenly had courage. She stuffed a piece of chicken into her mouth and

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

smiled, and said in a masterful tone, "Mr. Maskelyne, since you're

she kissed him with

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

clasped the back of her head and kissed her deeply, fiercely, and

time, Sylvia responded

might be dying

would have

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