On the projector, everything that had happened continued to replay.
Darlene, who was in the ward, had a pale face and was held down by two tall and strong bodyguards.
She was begging Avery, "I will divorce you and let you marry Vivian. Let me take this child away. In the future, it will be mine alone and has nothing to do with you.
"Avery, you have no right to kill my child. I have served you for three years, and I don't owe you anything. What right do you have to let me abort the child?
"If this child is gone, I will never be able to conceive again..."
Avery's mind seemed to explode, but those voices continued to echo in his ears.
His own voice, his own face, and Darlene, who was dragged to kneel on the ground with a pale face.
Avery was about to break down. His palms were tightly clenched and pressed against the table in front of him. Because he gripped his fingers too tightly, his knuckles made a light sound.