"You mean..." Adam Sinclair squinted his peach blossom eyes, his gaze sharp.
Renee Anderson lifted her eyes to look at him, "I mean, I want to have the baby. I previously went to President Lawrence because I knew you didn't want to see me. Even if I wanted to tell you about the pregnancy, you probably wouldn't have listened. So I thought of asking President Lawrence to help convey the message. President Lawrence didn't believe me and brought me to the hospital for a check-up, and I cooperated. Now both the hospital and the doctor can confirm that I'm pregnant, and I'm not lying. Yet, you still want me to terminate the pregnancy as soon as you arrive. To be honest, I can't accept that."
"7.5 million." Adam Sinclair looked at her again, as if he hadn't taken in anything she said, and spoke bluntly.
