"Forsythia."
"Forsythia."
Both calls came from Gem Atkinson and Coral Ruby.
Coral's was an embarrassed and angry cry.
Gem's was a furious shout.
This little woman, what did she mean by something left in the body? He gritted his teeth and glared at Forsythia, "Can you not use me as an example?" This analogy would make him never lift a finger again.
"Ah, sorry, sorry." Forsythia quickly apologized, then looked at Coral and said, "In plain terms, that night, the seed of the man who slept with you, did you keep it?"
Seed?
No matter how inexperienced Coral was, she had at least learned something that night. Now hearing Forsythia's blunt words, she pointed at her with embarrassment and anger, "You... you..."
"What do you mean? I'm doing this for your own good. Otherwise, even if you go to court, without that thing, you won't be able to prove who the man was that night."
This time, instead of using Gem as an example directly, Forsythia referred to 'the man that night.'
