"Emma, don't be angry. I called the doctor today, and he said what happened last night won't affect the child."
"How dare you!" She quickly walked upstairs, closed the door, and locked it.
Sitting on the bed, she looked at the scenery outside the balcony, her heart clouded with dark thoughts.
As for Robert Thomson, even if Emma locked the door, he had the key and could naturally open it and come in.
After thinking about it for a long time, he decided that no matter what, she already had her own child. As a man, even if she was angry, he had to be more tolerant.
Emma knew that the door couldn't stop him, so she turned her back, not wanting to look at him.
Robert saw her leaving only her back to him, his heart anxiously raced, and he immediately came up to hug her shoulders: "Emma, I was wrong. I went too far with my words last night. Hit me, hit me to let off some steam?"
