"What do you want us to do, Ms. Song? Should we… dispose of her?" The person on the other end dropped his voice to a whisper.
"Don't go acting blindly and causing any deaths." She furrowed her brows in headache. "Wait for my instructions, while I think of a way to deal with that child in her stomach."
"Roger. We'll wait for further instructions."
She had just hung up the call when she jolted in shock upon hearing a knock at the door out of nowhere. "Who is it?"
"It's me, Enya."
Realizing that it was just her mother, her heart calmed down and she went to open the door for her.
The middle-aged woman entered the room to find it dark and unlit, which got her nagging. "Why didn't you even turn on the lights?"
She flipped the switches and frowned when she noticed her daughter wearing a troubled look on her face. "What's wrong?"
"I don't know whether I should discuss this matter with you or not."
