The man's voice was almost out of control. He trembled as he hugged her tightly in his arms, then turned around and stared at me fiercely.
"She can leave as far as she wants, but she can't touch my child! You and the child are everything to me now!"
"Hailey, if that's the reason why you came here, please get out of here!"
I sneered and walked straight to the guest room.
The quilt was thrown on the ground at random, covered with stains and vomit and the original flower embroidery became dirty.
My fingers trembled as I pointed to the quilt. "Margot, explain it!"
She timidly shrank her neck and replied, "I didn't mean to, I just had a sudden nausea ...."
She bent down to pick it up and said, "Hailey, don't be angry, I'll help you wash it clean."
But as soon as she bent down, she cried out in pain.
"Ah! My stomach hurts."
Cornell immediately rushed over and pushed me to the ground.
The back of my head hit the leg of the bed hard and at the moment of the sharp pain, warm liquid flowed down my forehead.
I bit my lip without making a sound. I just looked at him with a smile, trying to see clearly whether he had any heart or not.
He hugged Margot, his cold and stern eyes filled with extreme disgust.