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."

a month. You need nutrition, otherwise, you're very likely to have anemia. You are not a young mother. If you do not

rushed out of the ward as if

Clark, who actually yelled at a

be exhausted for a moment. He looked at the haggard woman on the hospital bed for a long time before saying, "I'll ask the maid to come

the child?" Winter looked at the

slowly turned his head, and looked at her deeply, “If you don't ask, how will you know if

He then turned away.

the thin covers. Her long-suppressed tears were

She lost her child.

office, Franklin looked at Sylvia, pressing his lips together. Sylvia was enjoying

eyes were clear. Her nose

She was never sweet to him like other

had an unfathomable

and met Franklin's dark eyes. Her heart skipped a

was he looking at her like

was prey that he was going to swallow at any

eyes dark. "Darling, I behave so well today! Can I

It was charming. Sylvia had just stuffed

face with his big palm. His strong masculine

silent office, Sylvia blushed. How could he be

was embarrassed and at the

know if her poison could be cured, she could die at any moment. She didn't

and the next second, she grabbed his shoulders and pressed him down on the

man's sexy thin lips. Her gaze was clear

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

him

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

man clasped the back of her head and kissed her

the first time, Sylvia responded to him

might be dying

least, she would have

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