The bright red blood was extremely eye-catching, and the air was filled with a strong smell of blood.
The girl who had fallen in the pool of blood was as pale as paper, her lower abdomen in extreme pain, her expression numb, with no trace of sadness or sorrow.
Caroline Edwin and Blake Fuller stood together, and as they smelled the blood in the air, they clearly knew that Serene Crisp had miscarried.
Facing the tragedies of the human world, but powerless to save, unable to help, they could only pretend to be indifferent.
The feeling of discomfort spread throughout their bodies, and their breathing became rapid at this moment, as if the air was growing thin.
"My grandson, my grandson!"
Aunt Pearson continuously pounded her knees with her hands, her face filled with regret and pain, distraught as she shook off her son's supporting hand and sat on the ground.
