And now, her concern was no longer whether Yan Ye would find out about the child, but about her own illness.
This dinner, tasteless to eat.
After consuming enough to fill her stomach, she laid down her chopsticks and bowl.
Returning to her room, she closed the door, walked to her bed to sit down, her body so languid she had no desire to move.
Her mind was empty... utterly at a loss for what to do.
She wanted to tell Yan Ye, but Yan Ye would surely disapprove of her taking the risk of giving birth to the child, right?
After all, dragging this out might lead to both mother and child perishing in the end.
Lying on the bed and gazing at the white ceiling, she felt lost to an extreme.
Every minute, every second, was endless torment and darkness for her.
The manor.
Su Rong woke up and couldn't fall back asleep afterwards.
After the social obligations were over, she first made a call to Lian Xinying to make sure she was alright, then she dialed Ji Fan.
