"She never intended to keep that child; she was already on her way to the hospital, but why wouldn't you leave her alone? Why didn't you believe her?!"
"Qiao Yin likes you; she chose to forget those bad memories and forgive you. But I will never forget how much pain she was in that day, I won't forget the pain you once caused her!"
With every word Qiao Jiasen said, the pain in Lu Lingche's heart intensified.
By the time Qiao Jiasen finished speaking, Lu Lingche's heart felt as if it had been sliced open with a knife, the pain was severe.
He couldn't imagine how Qiao Yin had endured that day.
He was even grateful that Qiao Yin had such a brother, grateful that Jiasen was by her side that day.
His face had almost lost all its color, and his voice became slightly hoarse, "I admit it was my fault in the past, I didn't take good care of her, but I can promise, it will never happen again."
Jiasen scoffed, "A man's promise is worth nothing!"