She didn't mean for it to happen, she didn't want to cause her to miscarry. If she could, she would have traded her own life for the fetus that was lost.
But all she could do was regret, she couldn't do anything to make amends.
"Miss Mo, don't be upset. Your sister just said some things in anger, don't take it to heart," the nanny came over to help her up, comforting her gently.
Mo Ran sat on the sofa, her gaze empty and pained, "Nanny, it's all my fault, I killed my sister's child..."
"I believe it wasn't you. Miss Mo, I know you're a kind girl, you wouldn't do such a thing."
"It really was me. If I hadn't been on top of my sister, the child wouldn't have been lost. It's my fault, truly my fault!" Mo Ran cried out loud, pounding her chest fiercely, but no matter how hard she hit, it still hurt, hurt so much that she couldn't breathe.
