Mary stared at the bowl of medicine in her hands, the dark Chinese herbs exuded a bitter scent, but that bitterness couldn't overcome the chill in her heart at the moment.
She lowered her head again, looking at her flat stomach.
It hadn't been three months yet, so her belly hadn't shown much.
But in these three months, she had gradually gotten used to its presence, instinctively protecting her stomach whenever someone walked towards her.
She had even dreamed multiple times of meeting this adorable child.
Dreamt that he might look half like Ellis Olsen, half like herself...
Now, she simply couldn't protect him anymore…
Tears gradually filled Mary's eyes, enveloping her entire body with a sense of despair and sorrow.
She looked at Ellis Olsen again.
She didn't know whether to blame him... or how much to blame him.