"What are you doing standing there?" The sight of her somewhat pale face caused Baron Lawrence's brow to furrow slightly. Without a word, he grabbed her wrist, pulled her into the study and pushed her down to the couch. His furrowed brows seemed to squeeze out water and his tone was harsh, but his eyes were full of concern. "Why do you look so pale? Are you not acclimatized or do you feel uncomfortable somewhere?"
His brows knotted so tightly that they could kill a fly, "Enna and Clark, is your stomach bothering you?"
"I..."
"Damn it!" Baron Lawrence, seemingly impatient, frowned and interrupted her words, lifting her horizontally off the floor. "I'm taking you to the hospital!"
Caught unexpectedly, Enna Clark instinctively wrapped her arms around his neck. Seeing his genuine anxiety, the last bit of doubt in her heart disappeared.
Baron Lawrence would absolutely not insist on aborting her child just because it's a girl!
