Pregnancy, pregnancy, child, child, why do these people have to resort to such despicable means?
Samuel Johnson leaned back on the couch, his face growing increasingly gloomy.
Mrs. Johnson had cried for a while, and seeing that Samuel hadn't made any move, she couldn't help feeling flustered. She subconsciously grabbed Samuel's arm and asked, "Samuel, are you seriously not going to save her?"
Samuel disdainfully pulled his arm away, "What does it have to do with me? I broke up with her two months ago!"
"But she has your child in her stomach!"
"Ha, my child?" he scoffed coldly, "It's still not clear whose seed it truly is."
Mrs. Johnson saw that her son was implacable and, in her desperation, tears fell unchecked. She trembled, covering her mouth, and held on for quite a while before suddenly standing up from the couch and walking outside.
