Tang Yuchen had plenty of money; if An Ruo married him, would she lack money?
It was simply impossible to buy her off with money.
Moreover, if Tang Yuchen really didn't care about the life of the child in her belly, or what if he asked her to abort the child...
But she endured and kept these thoughts to herself. Voicing them would be useless and only bring despair to everyone.
No matter what, it wasn't the end yet; there was always room for things to turn around.
Seeing her worry, Xu Huwen gently patted the back of her hand and said softly, "Daughter, don't worry too much. An Ruo isn't dead, you haven't committed murder, and your crime isn't serious. It will all blow over in the end."
An Xin irritably shook off her mother's hand and turned to go upstairs.
Her words were too simplistic—how could things be that simple!
Back in her bedroom, she sat at the vanity and looked at her face, which had rapidly become gaunt over the past few days, and a sense of panic overcame her.
