You Hit My Heart by Kylie Stanford

Charlotte had no time to cover up the sudden change of events, she was in a complete panic and instinctively denied it.

“Luther, what are you talking about? How can it not be your child? Did you hear something? I... I..."

She was incoherent. Originally she crouched on the ground, but now she was so shocked that she scrambled up from the ground in a wretched manner.

She wanted to reach out and grab the hem of his shirt, her watery eyes filled with crystal tears, expecting to win the heart of the man in front of her with such a pitiful gesture.

Luther was the most averse to this.

He shrugged Charlotte off with contempt, not wanting her to touch him even a little bit.

She couldn't figure out how he could suddenly change his face after just answering Mr. Arnold's phone call, it didn't make sense at all. Pushed away by him, she stumbled a few steps and eventually failed to stand, and with her legs weak from the fear, she fell to the ground again.

with a pivotal position in the military and political world. If you are still concerned about your family, stop pretending and admit it

struggled to fight back and denied everything, "I really don't know what you're

had gotten a room with Ricky at the hotel and twice Luther had bumped into

tugged at his pant leg with a pleading face, "Luther, listen to me, did you misunderstand me when you met me twice at the hotel? I am absolutely innocent,

your lieutenant?" Luther

lost all the blood on her face, Luther knew about Ricky? She hurried up and found a reason, “No, Luther, my lieutenant had been there to send my guest off. Luther, you must believe in my innocence. This is really your child, I haven't returned to the Heath

Who did you replace? Don't you know that in your own heart?" Luther kicked her away

you insist, you can go with me now for the paternity test of the fetus and see for yourself." He suddenly took a step closer, squatted down and squeezed her wrist with his big palm, "Go, go to St. Maria Hospital, even though it's nighttime. I can get someone on the phone and get

her like a sharp blade, wanting to cut her alive

felt a blackness in her eyes, her brain boomed, and she could no

hot sweat alternately flowing down, soaked