"Since you dislike this child so much, I'll take him and leave. You don't want him, but I do. I will definitely give birth to him."
Rong Shaoze's face darkened, a flash of impatience in his eyes.
If it were his old temperament, he would have already dragged Lin Xinlan to the operating table.
Now he had exhausted all methods.
She still refused to give up the child, and he felt like he was going mad.
Doesn't she know?
Every day they delay, the tumor in her body grows a bit more, increasing the chances of it turning malignant.
It's possible that the tumor is already malignant.
Dragging it out like this, she's seeking death.
Why doesn't she consider his feelings at all and insists on opposing him?
Rong Shaoze said nothing, his gaze deep and dark as he looked at Lin Xinlan.
Behind his eyes, there seemed to be a hidden, terrifying, and crazy thought.
Lin Xinlan knew his temperament well, when he becomes ruthless, he definitely does terrible things.
She felt guilty, suspicious.
