"What, you're pregnant with Ian's child!"
Mrs. Johnson didn't even care about the burn on her leg, she sprang up from the sofa.
As soon as she blurted out these words, she suddenly realized something was wrong.
She widened her eyes, slightly parted her lips, and covered her mouth with one hand while pointing disbelievingly at Skye Brown's belly with the other: "No... no... that's impossible... our Ian is clearly... he's clearly... impossible, how could you possibly..."
"Yes, Madam, are you trying to say that your Dylan Wellington is clearly not capable, so how could I be pregnant with his child? Maybe, this child is actually from an illicit affair, isn't it?"
Skye Brown said it in a calm tone, and her expression was very relaxed.
In her words, it seemed like she was talking about someone else's affairs.
Yet ironically, the more nonchalant she was, the more Mrs. Johnson felt uneasy. Seeing the indifference in her brows, she felt her heart sinking continuously.
