Grace Smith was shocked by the news.
Marry Smith was pregnant?
It has been five years. It was about time to get pregnant too.
"Congratulations on your pregnancy," Grace said in a low voice.
"Grace." Marry's eyes were red and filled with tears. "I'm telling the truth. Simon never loved me. I'm just a joke to him. That night, not only did you lose your happiness, but I also lost mine."
"What's the point of you telling me this now?" Grace didn't even look at her. Her pretty face was as cold as frost. She stared at the buttons of the elevator and watched the elevator go up. "Love is a matter of leisure but I'm very busy and I have stopped caring about this a long time ago."
"Grace." Marry sniffed and her delicate body trembled slightly. Then she wiped her tears and said, "I know how you feel."
Grace didn't speak a word when she looked at Marry's pretentious act.