Shen Yanhe's hands and feet suddenly turned ice-cold, and her heart felt as if it was fiercely squeezed by a large hand, causing her some difficulty in breathing.
Although she had already anticipated it.
Still, hearing these words from Fu Yanhe's mouth delivered a considerable shock to her.
A few minutes passed, and Shen Yanhe grasped the sofa cushion beneath her, her face looking somewhat pale as she turned towards him, her lips parting slightly.
It seemed as though she wanted to say something, yet she couldn't utter a word.
She was acutely aware that this child had come unexpectedly.
Fu Yanhe not wanting to keep him was something she could understand.
Moreover, she and Fu Yanhe were only a couple in name, devoid of any real emotional attachment…
He had said earlier that he would not let her give birth to an heir for the Fu family.
Shen Yanhe's heart felt both sour and painful, this unspeakable emotion almost bursting her chest.
