Using red ink to simulate blood and scattering it around the room, any normal person would be deceived at first glance, immediately assuming Miss Zhou had massively hemorrhaged.
However, the scent of red ink and the smell of blood were as different as night and day to Hank Clegg.
Upon entering, he could immediately sense the overpowering smell of ink; there was no scent of blood at all.
So, when he heard that Miss Zhou had miscarried, he was truly taken aback.
Hank Clegg's sharp gaze landed on the heavily bandaged Mother Liu. The only faint smell of blood in the room seemed to emanate from Mother Liu's wounded wrist.
So, the answer was without a doubt...
Miss Zhou had been lying.
Either she had not miscarried, or she had never been...
Just then, the sweet voice of a child called out from downstairs, "Mommy! Mommy!"
"It's baby!" said Victoria, glancing excitedly at Hank Clegg. "Did the children also come?"
