After Xia He was sent away, Han Qiao smashed a set of teacups.
Duan Yue went forward to comfort her, "Madam, there's no need to be angry with Xia He. She's not worth to be angry at or for you to harm your body."
"I'm not angry. If I didn't think the child in her womb is also a living being, I would've sold her the moment she wanted to keep her child. "As you can see, we're pregnant at about the same time. If we give birth on the same day, or in a span of a few days, and then give birth to a son and a daughter at the same time, if she has bad intentions to switch the two children…"
"I didn't suspect anything when she didn't mention being a nanny, but I immediately did when she mentioned it."
Duan Yue broke out in a cold sweat.
Young Master. Young Mistress. The child of a servant girl… Their status was as different as heaven and earth.