"Hailey!" Cornell suddenly turned his head and sneered. "What are you doing standing sneakily at the door? I threw all the things away for you and now you regret it?"
I tightly held my palm and said, "Where's my quilt? Give it back to me."
He was stunned for a moment, his face even colder. "A torn quilt, do I care about it?"
"It's my mom's hand-sewed quilt." My voice began to tremble. "Give it back to me! And I'll leave right away."
Seeing that I was about to cry, he frowned and said, "You're crying! Are you sick? Is it that important?"
"It's important!" I yelled, tears finally streaming down my face.
He impatiently tugged at his tie, as if trying to say something but stopping himself.
Margot on the side seemed to remember something and quickly spoke up, "Hailey, stop yelling at my brother. I already asked the servants to put your belongings in the guest room."
She gently stroked her belly with her fingers and tears instantly welled up in her eyes.
"Hailey, can you stay here? If it's because of this child ... I can abort him. His coming here was a mistake and none of you welcome him ...."
Before she could finish her words, she was already crying uncontrollably.
"I won't allow it!"