Involuntarily, memories surfaced in her mind, that day when the man she loved dearly personally handed her a bowl of ginseng bird's nest soup, showing concern that was uncharacteristic of him.
Looking at his gentle gaze, she drank it without thinking, only to feel something moving in her throat and disappearing—something she thought she imagined, but now, looking back, she realized how terrifying it was!
"Ying'er, who did this to you? Who?"
The Family Head of the Moe family was ablaze with anger. That damned bastard killed his unborn grandson and nearly killed Ying'er. Without Mu Qianyue's intervention, Ying'er would have been six feet under by now.
"It was him! Haha... The man I loved the most, the man I deeply loved for five years, the man who promised to care for me all my life, he killed his own child with his own hands!" Moe Ying cried out in despair, tears streaming down her face, her beautiful countenance full of hopelessness and sorrow.
