Looking at Fiona Sutton with her eyes red, Nia Mitchell felt extraordinarily heartbroken.
"I know, I often go out for a stroll."
Fiona Sutton smiled and began to speak.
...
After chatting for about an hour, Nia Mitchell was called away by Maxwell Peary's phone call.
Inside the ward, suddenly there was only Fiona Sutton left.
She sat there, extending her hand to touch her lower abdomen.
Although not obvious, she felt her abdomen was already slightly protruding.
A small life was inside, so miraculous.
She smiled sitting there, but when she looked up, she saw a man standing at the door.
Fiona Sutton froze, all expressions on her face stiffened there, slowly retracting.
The man was still dressed in black, wearing a cap, with a huge mask on his face.
She couldn't see his appearance.
But this time, she saw clearly his eyes.
Those eyes were too similar to Yancy Hastings'.
But… the expression was different.
His eyes lacked integrity, filled entirely with ruthlessness.
