"I..." Vivian Hayes opened her mouth only to find her voice incredibly hoarse.
Mrs. Hayes quickly offered her water, "The doctor said you can only have a liquid diet for the next couple of days. Just hold on until your wounds are healed; I will cook delicious meals for you every day."
Vivian Hayes took a sip of water to moisten her throat, then she suddenly grabbed her mother's hand and asked anxiously, "What about my baby? Did we save it?"
Mrs. Hayes's eyes reddened, and she softly comforted, "We're still young, there will be other chances for a baby."
Vivian Hayes's face turned white, she bit her lip hard, "Aubree Groove."
She nearly gritted her teeth as she spat out that name.
"Where is Marcellus Dankworth?" He was the one she had to latch onto now.
Mrs. Hayes glanced out the door, "He was here last night, but I don't know when he left. Vivian, is Mr. Dankworth really reliable? I don't think he is that invested in you. That's supposed to be his child."
