"But, the miscarriage has already happened, and the doctor has taken care of it. Please listen, okay?" Yeh Cangqiong spoke with extreme sorrow.
Never had he seen a woman so adamant about a miscarried fetus.
It was just a mass of blood and flesh, not a fetus in the true sense. Her mind was a bit unstable.
"I want my child, or just let me die!"
Every word Chi Xiaoyu spoke took immense energy.
Yeh Cangqiong naturally couldn't go against her, so he agreed to her request, "Alright, just lie down obediently, I'll go find the doctor now."
Only then did Chi Xiaoyu calm down a bit.
She lay down quietly.
Yeh Cangqiong tucked the blanket around her, gave her a deep look, and left the room.
Secretary Wen had been quietly waiting outside the door and naturally overheard the conversation between Yeh Cangqiong and Chi Xiaoyu.
