Viola Harris bit her lip, watching Brandan Hyde's expression gradually grow serious. She felt a secret delight in her heart, and whispered even more quietly, "Could my sister be pregnant? Otherwise, why would she go to the obstetrics department?"
"... ..."
Brandan Hyde said nothing. The ashes from the cigarette he held between his fingers silently fell. After a moment, he threw the cigarette into the ashtray, turned his head towards Viola Harris, and said, "I'm heading back. You should rest."
With that, he left expressionless.
Viola Harris observed Brandan Hyde's face and knew he was angry. The angrier he got, the calmer his expression became, just like now.
He's going to confront Iris Harris now, isn't he?
Thinking of this, Viola Harris couldn't help but want to chuckle softly.
If possible, she would love to see Iris Harris's expression.
It must be a mix of shock and despair, right?
Humph, how dare she try to steal her man! Losing the child serves her right!
