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 body

the ward as if

by Clark, who actually

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

told you I was pregnant, would you keep the child?" Winter looked at the man's tall back

at her deeply, “If you

He then turned away.

covers. Her long-suppressed tears

She lost her child.

pressing

didn't put any makeup on. Her skin was fair. Her eyes were clear. Her nose was pointing.

mean. She was never

an unfathomable

eating, looked up and met Franklin's dark eyes. Her heart

was he looking at

was prey that he

"Darling, I behave

her. She could feel his breath. It was charming. Sylvia had just stuffed a shrimp into her

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

How could he be so cheeky? He

at the

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

and the next second, she grabbed his shoulders and pressed

man's sexy

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

kissed him with her

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

man clasped the back of her

the first time, Sylvia responded

be dying

would have no

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