"You?"
Ellie Doyle raised an eyebrow, chuckling lightly, "What, as a grown man, do you still expect me to take responsibility?"
"...So, you don't plan to take any responsibility for me?"
Hugo Hayes's face darkened, deeply unhappy.
But he had no way of dealing with Ellie Doyle and could only suppress the dissatisfaction in his voice as he continued, "The child has been born, whether you want to or not, you have to take responsibility. You can't escape it."
Ellie Doyle wasn't sure if it was just her imagination.
She always felt like the man before her sounded pitiful.
The child was hers, carried and born after ten months; shouldn't she be the pitiful one?
However.
The memory of the surveillance footage, her carrying Hugo Hayes to the hotel room, flashed in her mind.
Ellie Doyle paused, unable to bring herself to voice the criticism.