The doctor came over to check the condition of Dolores Flores. During these few days in the hospital, she didn’t have abdominal pain or bloody show, and her symptom of vomiting had got better, “You can go back and recuperate, but remember that it’s best not to walk in the first three months. Wait until your fetus is in stable condition before you resume your normal life, but also pay attention to it as there were signs of miscarriage after all. Come over every half month to have a check. If you recover well, you can get out of bed and moved around earlier.”

Since many people came to the hospital today, her news had been spread and they more or less knew something about her. After all, it was spread all over the internet before. Perhaps Matthew Nelson had dealt with it, so the matter settled down.

But it wasn’t completely resolved yet, or else so many people wouldn’t have come today.

However, no one dared to talk about it as they were afraid that this matter would reach Matthew who owned a well-known status.

After the doctor had left, Coral just arrived in a hurry. The car had broken down halfway, so she took a taxi but she was stuck in traffic during the morning rush hour.

That was why she was late.

“You must be hungry.” Coral said apologetically.

She had no idea what had happened before she arrived.

As she saw the opened door, she put the food box on the table. When she was about to take out the food inside, Dolores said, “Coral, don’t take it out. I’m not hungry.”

She had no appetite at all and was in a bad mood.

“It’s almost noon now. Why are you not hungry, after all you’re not alone now. Is it because I came late?”

Matthew walked over, “You pack up the things. We can leave here today.”

Coral was surprised, “Dolores hasn’t been under observation for a week yet. Can she be discharged now?”

“Yes, you pack up now.” There was no expression on his face, obviously he didn’t want to say much. She understood his meaning, thus she didn’t say anything else and continued to pack Dolores’s household goods in the cupboard.

He took out the food from the insulated box and the food inside was still hot. He put the food on the bedside table and held the porridge in his hand, then tested the temperature with his lips before he fed Dolores.

She didn’t open her mouth and looked at him.

fed her again, the porcelain spoon pressed against her lower lip, “Even if

hand, “I want to see Jeffery

Jeffery with her poor health now. If

her mouth, “Do you

she needed to talk

“Are you threatening me?”

she didn’t know if something like today would happen

I’m afraid that you’ll be burdened? I really hate myself now,

were suddenly sealed by him, not with a kiss, but with a very brutal nibble. She

palm touched her flat belly. Even though there was a life being conceived inside, there was no trace of it at all. But he could feel that there

was his

hears that. All you’ve to do is eat and sleep well.

little startled when he held his gun as she didn’t expect him to

to do

She was confused.

and cheeks, “No, I’m going to grow old with you. I’m reluctant to die. Well, don’t

neck and choked slightly, “Remember what you said. If anything happens to you, I’ll bring your child to remarry, let him to have another surname and make

she trembled perhaps because it hurt. His force became lighter, but the spoken words were fierce, “If you dare to look for another man, I’ll chop up the

Dolores laughed in exasperation.

her forehead, “My wife isn’t ugly, you’re beautiful

He lifted the bowl up and it wasn’t yet cold. Then she reached out her hand to get it, “I’ll

and passed it to her mouth, “I’ll feed you and

Armand Bernie walked to the door and

cast him a glance with an expressionless

only Armand alone, Matthew asked,

you up.” When he went to the office to look for Matthew, Boyce Shawn was taking someone there, so he asked

the online issue had settled while Boyce was busier than

it was the first time he saw Matthew serve someone. This was a scene that one could rarely

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