Abigail Summer shook her head, "At that time, the Rattle rolled down the hill ringing, and Ethan also patted the stroller to play its music."
Still empty-handed, Kevin Cliff clenched his fist tightly, rubbing his forehead painfully.
"Brother Kevin, are you suspecting that I intentionally lost the child?" Abigail Summer suddenly asked.
Kevin Cliff looked at her, pondered for a long time, and said, "No."
"But that's what you're thinking, isn't it? Brother Kevin, what reason would I have to do such a thing? If we were in a relationship, then maybe it would be understandable, but we're not, so why would I want to lose yours and Charlotte's child?"
"I said no! I have to speak to you to find Ethan!!" Kevin Cliff roared in irritation.
"Don't be angry. If leaving can prove my innocence, I'm willing to go." Saying this, Abigail Summer got up.
