"I've said, it's my business." His expression was indifferent, and he took a step towards him, saying, "Where is she now? Tell me, and I can let you go. Otherwise," he crushed out the cigarette and raised his eyes to him, "I'll beat you until you tell me."
Rufus Swallow stared at his cold expression, grinding his teeth in anger, "Do you really not intend to let Norris Moore forgive you?"
Trenton Smith's eyes contracted slightly, and he looked straight at Rufus Swallow.
"Five months already, the baby is even moving. What are you thinking? Do you know how much suffering she has to endure for this child?" He was furious, "She goes to the hospital every day for this child, and you tell her—to abort the child?"
"Third brother, don't go too far." He glanced at him, "If you don't want it, I do. I'll raise him well. No matter what you're thinking, the child is innocent. If your mother was like you, then there wouldn't have been you in the first place—!"
