Enna Clark guarded her belly and lowered her face, her voice involuntarily rising, "Make way! If you keep this up, I'm calling the police!"
"Ms. Clark, we just want to interview you. Please just say a few words. If you answer our questions, we'll definitely make way."
"That's right, Ms. Clark, it wasn't easy for us to catch up with you. Just answer one or two questions for us so we can have something to report."
"Yes, just tell us. Are you an unwed mother, is the child's father the Sullivan's Second Young Master? Or you could tell us why you've broken off relations with your biological father - is it like the rumors outside? Or you could tell us if you know about Ms. Jordan's suicide attempt - did you ever visit her in the hospital... Ms. Clark, these questions aren't difficult, just answer one of them."
Enna clenched her fists in anger, she wasn't stupid, these people sounded nice, saying they'd let her go if she answered just one question.