For the first time, the man deeply hated his own cruelty and heartlessness.
If only he hadn't hurt her before, if he had always loved her and pampered her, even if she found out about his identity, she wouldn't have been too repulsed and would have accepted him quickly.
"Is it because of that child?" he asked in a deep voice.
Lin Xinlan's eyelashes trembled slightly, but she didn't answer.
She had always kept a composed façade, and in her heart, she kept convincing herself not to blame him for the death of the child, since she didn't want it anyway.
But she still couldn't let go.
The moment he coldly threw her into the swimming pool, her heart completely chilled, shattered, and despaired.
In the water, she struggled painfully, feeling the loss of the child, and even the ebbing away of her own life.
Nobody knew how much pain she was in at that time.
It was a pain that ripped her heart and lungs apart, a hate that tore through her soul!
