She panicked and pushed him away, retreating to the far end of the car.
Her eyes were filled with vigilance and deep fear.
Instinctively, she protected her abdomen.
The child...
Anjue's eyes were icy, and the smile on his lips froze: "Come here."
He beckoned with a motion as if calling a small dog, cold and unfeeling.
She shook her head, tears streaming down her face.
She had promised herself to be strong when she left him and came to the small town, determined to be a resilient single mother.
But Anjue, he always had a way to push her to the edge, making her become weak and timid time and again.
She hugged herself, curling into a ball, not daring to meet his eyes, nor to listen to his voice. She had always feared him deep down.
She had truly suffered enough humiliation, she was fed up!
But she didn't dare to vent.
Now, she was in despair.
And Ping Ping.
She had to consider Ping Ping, but Anjue would not.
