He nodded. "Yes, sir."
Han Huizhong slowly leaned back in his chair. It felt as if everything moved in slow motion. "I see…"
He blankly stared at the empty space ahead.
Why are you shocked, Huizhong? He inwardly mocked himself. Isn't this what you wanted?
I wanted them to have a baby as soon as possible because I was sick of their marriage that stood at a standstill. I thought that if they had a baby together, his or her birth would definitely bring them closer. I would finally see them happy that I always wished for. He would finally forget Caihong and focus on Xinyi and his family.
Isn't that why I tricked Zhiyuan to get drunk that night and let them…
He tightly clutched onto his stick. The nerves on the back of his hand became visible as anger surged inside him.
"When did Xinyi know about this?" He quietly asked.
"It has been seven days now," the assistant promptly said. "She visited the hospital for a checkup."
