Mo Yan's eyes widened, her heart filled with sorrow. Though she had kept the child as part of her scheme to marry into a wealthy family, two months had passed and she had grown fond of him.
Without her flesh and blood, her heart truly ached.
"Is it really gone?" Her eyes reddened in an instant.
"Sis, if you want to cry, let it out. It might make you feel better," Mo Ran said, and then he burst into tears himself.
Mo Yan didn't cry. She squeezed her eyes shut, struggling to endure the pain in her heart. Listening to Mo Ran's sobbing, her sadness deepened. She had kept it all a secret, not wanting any harm to come to her child. But still, the child was gone; all her plans and calculations were nothing against fate.
If, if she hadn't notified Mo Ran to come to the hospital today, would her child still be here?
"Ranran, who is that woman?" Mo Yan opened her eyes and suddenly asked, referring to Ming Xue.