She was no exception.
With her eyes half-closed, she looked at the doctor wearing a large mask, but her mind was repeatedly filled with the image of the tall and imposing figure of the man. He was the aloof Lord Quan the Fourth, whose gaze, whenever he looked at anyone, was always cold and distant, always condescending and domineering.
But, now that his child was gone.
What would he think? Would he feel guilty?
She guessed, he certainly would.
Yet, even if she harbored resentment and grievances towards him, Zhan Se remained Zhan Se.
She could calmly analyze that it wouldn't be fair to lay the blame for this accident solely on his shoulders.
First and foremost, as a woman unaware of her pregnancy, she could not shirk her responsibility. Secondly, the event indeed originated because of him. Then, Auntie Li, in care of her twisted ankle, had made a traditional medicinal soup to stimulate blood circulation, which she had drunk again today, undoubtedly exacerbating the situation.
