Baron Lawrence furrowed his brow, as if he could pinch a fly to death, and looked at her coldly, as if trying to discern something. He narrowed his hawk eyes, "Yes, if it's a daughter, it must be aborted!"
"..." Enna Clark's mouth moved, but no sound came out. Her face turned somewhat pale, and her left hand unconsciously stroked her abdomen as she imperceptibly took half a step back.
He caught her retreating half-step and a hint of anger rolled in his eyes, but he held it back. "I thought we had agreed that we wouldn't keep the child if it's a girl," he said, his lips barely touching.
"I didn't agree," Enna said, raising her head, unable to help but retort. "Just because I didn't speak up doesn't mean I agreed."
Baron Lawrence's eyes suddenly filled with a storm. He stretched out his hand, "Come here!"
