Su Xing burst into tears on the spot, crying in refusal to accept it: "What nonsense are you spouting! My child is fine! We can definitely keep it! We can keep it! This has nothing to do with my husband, you're not allowed to talk about my husband! You're not allowed!"
As she spoke, Su Xing got up and threw her arms around Taoming Ye, who was drowning in self‑blame, looking every bit like a mother defending her child.
Being shielded by Su Xing like this made Taoming Ye feel even more crushed with guilt. If he hadn't been poisoned, they'd be able to keep this child, right?
He couldn't help it; his eyes turned red.
Su Xing had never seen Taoming Ye like this before, and got even more worked up: "You all leave, I don't want to hear you talk anymore! Leave! Go! Go!"
Su Xing went crazy, trying to drive Su Yixing and the others out, but Taoming Ye held her, crying, keeping her from chasing them away.
