Harold immediately rushed to hug Stephanie. "I am responsible for it. Don't cry. It's okay."
"What are you responsible for?" Stephanie sobbed.
Harold hugged her tightly and was about to speak. But he turned his head and saw that there was only a red line on the pregnancy test kit on the floor.
He looked down, picked up a kit, and took a closer look.
He heard that Stephanie said, "I'm not pregnant. So you don't need to take responsibility."
Harold looked at her. In the past half month, she had lost a lot of weight and her face had become a lot more haggard. He raised his hand to wipe away her tears. "Why are you crying?"
Stephanie saw that the towel wrapped around his hand was blood red. "What happened to your hand?" She looked back and asked in a daze, "You broke my door? How did you get in?"
"The window. I'm fine," Harold said simply, looking down at his hand.
Stephanie stood up. "Did you know that I live here?"
"Yes."
