Helping Her

Xue Zhengrong had brought her back this time, but it was only her. He did not touch the child in her belly.

Now that the child was gone, it could only mean that that the child wasn't fated.

"Impossible! You must've hidden my child! I want the child… Give him back…"

She did not believe that her child was gone just like that. She believed that her father and the doctor had hidden the child.

Xue Yating cried hysterically. The pain in her body could not compare to the pain in her heart.

She did not know who to hate. She should hate her father. If he had not placed her under house arrest, she would not have thought of escaping. If she had not escaped, she would not have climbed over the wall and her child would not have been gone.

She should hate herself even more. If she had not climbed over the wall, she would not have fallen down, nor would she have lost her child.

She was resentful…