"I've never said I would let you go."
Dylan Wellington looked at Skye Brown, his gaze deep and spoke softly.
He had always been waiting for Skye Brown to untangle her emotional knots and speak.
But he didn't expect her first words to be about this.
"Skye Brown, I won't let you go... anything else, any other condition, is possible."
"Alright... then arrange for me to have an abortion. This child shouldn't come into this world; it's already been three months, it can't be delayed."
Skye Brown lifted her pale face, with a stubbornness and decisiveness in her eyes that were hurtful.
She looked at Dylan Wellington, her gaze colder than ever before.
It was as if what she spoke about had nothing to do with life, with her own flesh and blood—just an ordinary matter.
Dylan Wellington's eyes darkened, pain flashed through his seductive eyes.
He knew if Skye Brown spoke, it probably wouldn't be anything good.
