Trenton Smith pressed his cigarette out in the ashtray on the balcony, which was already half-full of ashes. He turned and took the coffee from the servant's hand, saying indifferently, "You may leave."
The servant, noticing his aloof demeanor, couldn't understand why he wasn't happy.
Trenton Smith paid no attention to the servant, who stood to the side with a complex expression. He walked over to put the coffee on the counter and then took out the pregnancy test report, which he had looked at countless times, and scrutinized it under the light.
He had almost memorized every word by heart.
Norris Moore had disappeared three months ago, and she was now three months pregnant.
This child could only be his.
Three years had passed, and Norris Moore was pregnant with his child again.
He stared at the pregnancy test report for a while, then took a deep breath and closed his eyes.
