Sabrina Johnson was crying as she ran out of the maternity store. As soon as she stepped out, she bumped into Master Leland again. Sabrina gave the persistent man a fierce glare. She couldn't understand it. Was this man always this free? Why was he always following her? How could she run into him wherever she went?
"Sabrina…" Master Leland saw her, opened the car door, and smiled at her.
"Get lost!"
"Sabrina, where are you going? Let me give you a ride."
"You're really annoying, stay away from me!" Sabrina yelled at him. She hated Master Leland—she hated his aged face. The very thought of having slept with this man made her feel as nauseous as if she had eaten feces.
"Aren't you curious whether your Husband is the father of the child that woman carries?"
Sabrina stopped, her thoughts hooked by Master Leland's words. She turned to look at the man in the car and asked, "What do you mean? Isn't the child Frederick Stewart's?"
