"We definitely can't give it to them—if they have died, so be it. Who's going to meet them? When the time comes, just tear the ticket and run. Snatch the money and leave, give their kids back? Every time we see them, it's another risk for us. So, once we get the money, just ditch the kid."
These people never had much humanity to begin with. As they spoke, there seemed to be no emotion in their words.
They glanced at the child.
The child was still there, looking at the ceiling, moving around.
"It's a pity for this kid, looking so fair and delicate. Rich families sure do have good-looking children. Tell me, isn't this swaddling cloth expensive?"
When Zhang Ai stepped out, she heard the people inside saying this, and truly, she found it hard to be ruthless...
But then, thinking of her family's situation...
She thought that, in any case, she had come this far and couldn't go back.
Even if she brought the child back now, the Gu Family wouldn't let her off the hook.
