Ben Sutton didn't push further. "I definitely can't lie to him, and Ms. Young, the longer you delay this, the more stubborn your illness will be."
Yvonne Young smiled, "I know, but I can't do it right now."
Ben Sutton disagreed, but she didn't beg him anymore. "Spencer Sullivan is asleep, you can sit wherever you want."
She slightly nodded her head to Ben Sutton and turned back upstairs.
On the second floor, the man stood at the staircase, watching the woman approaching.
'As soon as I get pregnant over here, I'll return immediately...'
Spencer Sullivan knew that Yvonne Young had always been reluctant to treat her illness because of her preparation for pregnancy, but why was she so eager to get pregnant, and why did she want to have his child?
The woman's figure had reached the middle of the stairs, and Spencer Sullivan glanced at her, turned agilely, and quickly returned to the room.
He wasn't wearing shoes, so there was no sound.
