The reason why he didn't interrogate her in Becca's room was probably because he was afraid of waking Becca or letting Becca hear.
She snorted and lied without blinking, "I said I was in the wrong room." ” "It's that simple" "Otherwise?"
"Ciel, give you one more chance." “” Obviously, he didn't believe her answer.
Her heart fluttered.
"I'll count three, three."
"I said it" "Say."
She lowered her eyes and bit her lip, sometimes raising her eyes to look at him, then hanging down in fear.
He took in her little expression.
He couldn't understand why she always made so many strange expressions.
He said lightly, "Since you don't want to say it, then I'll tell you for you, you think Becca is your daughter, so you want to take Becca to do DNA, isn't that the case?"
Cill stared at him with wide eyes in disbelief.
Is he a roundworm in her stomach?
How could she be so clear about her thoughts His thoughts were debunked, but Ciel lost the fear he had just had, shook off his hand holding his chin and walked to the window.
She turned her back to him and replied resentfully, "Yes, Becca was born in a simulated womb, the age is not much different from the child in my womb back then, and she looks exactly like me, I have every reason to suspect that Becca is my child." ” He looked at her back and pursed his lips sarcastically, "Syr, your motherly play is good. ” She looked back at him and asked hatefully, "What do you mean by that?"
He walked up to her and pressed her against the window with his own weight, his hand on her chin and forcing her to tilt her head.
He looked down at her, and his voice seemed to be stained with a layer of ice, "What do I mean by that, if you really loved the child in your belly so much, you would have carefully protected her from letting the child flow out, how could there be a scene of going to the hospital to find Becca to test DNA today?"
She shook her head, her eyes reddening.
She choked up and asked rhetorically, "I don't love the child in my belly back then, this is your wishful thinking, you won't know the days when I was so happy that I couldn't sleep all night after knowing that I had a child, you won't know the days when I drank some unpleasant tocotosis pills every day in order to protect the child in my belly."
"Why did I have a miscarriage in the first place, it was your fault, you forced me, you want to marry Kelly in front of me, you are going to kill my father, it was you who stimulated me so much, I had a miscarriage, is it my fault, I am not wrong, it is your fault, you bastard" He looked at her red eyes, and his heart throbbed violently.
From her description, he knew that she loved the child in her womb back then.
She just didn't love him, didn't love him as the father of the child.
So much for.
He couldn't help but feel a little ironic and sneered, "Syr, if you hadn't wanted to murder me with your father back then, I wouldn't have everything behind."
He looked down at her heaving chest, his gaze dark and painful.
Her heart, why can it be so cruel.
Obviously, in the few years they have been together, what she wants, he can give.
He gave it all.
What he can't give, he's trying to create for her.
In their love, he gave everything and he had a clear conscience.
But she was indifferent.
From the beginning, all she loved was his property.
She closed her eyes in agony, tears the size of beans sliding down her cheeks. oshow7 t1706231537: