"Just like that?" Although she clearly saw the scene just now, it seemed a bit too unbelievable. Could the fetus actually be so perceptive?
Upon reflection, Amelia Clarke felt uneasy again. The situation just now was abnormal fetal movement. If it hadn't been for Owen Moreland's effectiveness, it would mean that the baby might be in trouble.
"Owen, I'm not feeling reassured. How about we go to the hospital for a check-up?"
Owen Moreland looked down at Amelia Clarke's worried little face, then after a moment, he got out of bed and tidied the blanket over her. The room temperature was set comfortably with the air conditioning, and the thin blanket was just right, neither too cold nor too hot.
He walked over to the coffee table, picked up the black business phone on it, dialed a number, and spoke a few words to the person on the other end while standing still.
