Wenhui looked at Jiao Tao suspiciously, "Is that true?"
"I swear, it's true!" Jiao Tao nodded repeatedly, "Brother Hui, someone definitely doesn't want our child to be born; they framed me on purpose. Someone is afraid of you having a son, fearing that I would bear you a son. They deliberately accused me and then had you catch us in the act to personally abort our child. Now... now..."
Jiao Tao clutched her stomach, feeling hot blood flow from beneath her, as a new hope welled up inside her.
The child was lost.
There would be no way to carry out amniocentesis to establish paternity now.
She could take this opportunity to pin the responsibility of the miscarriage on Yunlin.
Wenhui would surely hate Yunlin to the bone.
She and Ah Yu's child should not be sacrificed in vain.
When the time comes, let Wenhui and Yunlin fight each other like dogs!
She clung to Wenhui's legs, her face buried in his thigh, a sinister ruthlessness flashing in her eyes.
