As soon as Marry heard it, she froze and screamed frantically, "How dare you curse me?"
"Tch—" Grace sneered. "Curse you?"
Marry's face looked unnatural.
"What I meant was that whoever caused your miscarriage wouldn't be able to have a child of her own. Since you accused me of cursing you to be childless, are you admitting that you deliberately caused your own miscarriage?" she asked.
Marry panicked all of a sudden, "That's not what I meant!"
"There are witnesses here," Grace said forcefully. "What you just said was very ambiguous. I can't control how you think, but my conscience is clear."
"It was you who harmed me."
"I've made it clear: If I ever harmed you, I'd be childless for the rest of my life." Grace stared sharply at Marry. "Can you swear on that?"
Marry bit her lips, her first clenching. "You've gone too far."
"Ha." Grace smiled coldly. "Alex, let's go."
"Yes," Alex responded and led Grace to the elevator.