"Xia Qingtian, you listen to me..." Bo Jingyan held Xia Qingtian's shoulders tight, suppressing the sorrow in his heart. He looked into her eyes, his tone stern and resolute, "This was an accident; it has nothing to do with you."
"Neither grandfather nor any one of us will blame you."
"Don't take this upon yourself!!!"
Xia Qingtian shook her head, about to say something when a sudden pain shot through her stomach.
"Ah..." She clutched her belly, her face pallid.
"What's wrong?" Bo Jingyan realized something was off, his voice filled with concern.
Xia Qingtian didn't respond to his question; she felt what seemed like a warm fluid slowly trickling down her legs.
"Jingyan, the baby, is something wrong with the baby?" Her voice was filled with panic, her words barely coherent.
She was truly scared, afraid that something was wrong with the baby in her stomach.
She didn't want to lose the two people most important to her on the same day.