"Oh!"
Nathan Moore sneered, raised her chin, and mocked:
"Is it because of me that he got Sophia Yates pregnant?"
The truth was revealed bloodily and exposed to the air, causing pain when blown.
Emily Yates raised her head, her eyes red, and she slapped the man's arm out of control, "It's all your fault, it's all your fault..."
Now she just needs a reason to vent.
Even in the darkness, the tears were extremely obvious. Nathan Moore was stunned, and then filled with anger.
Crying for the man who abandoned her? Is it worth it?
He grabbed her waving hands, moved over, pressed on her, and then laid the seat flat.
"What are you doing?" Emily Yates' eyes were filled with panic, and she kept struggling, "Let me go!"
Nathan Moore pinned her hands above her head and pressed them against her knees, preventing her from even resisting.
"Well, I don't know how to love," Nathan Moore leaned over, "but I can do it."
After it was over, Nathan Moore returned to his seat, lit a cigarette, took a deep puff, and exhaled a puff of smoke.
Emily Yates felt a little choked, but she said nothing, suppressed her tears, quietly packed her clothes, opened the car door, and prepared to leave.
She gritted her teeth and took one difficult step at a time.
Nathan Moore frowned and became more and more annoyed when he saw this scene in the rearview mirror.
What's wrong with this woman?
Suppress your worries and remain unmoved.
She didn't like him, so why should he do this?
At this moment, the woman suddenly fell to the ground and did not move.
Nathan Moore's eyes fixed, he quickly opened the car and ran over.
"Emily Yates, what's wrong with you?"
No one answered him.
Emily Yates closed her eyes tightly, her face was pale and bloodless, and she didn't move.
It was only then that Nathan Moore discovered that the snow-white skirt was stained with bright red, which was particularly obvious and dazzling in the darkness.
He was shocked and hurriedly picked the person up, got back into the car and drove to the hospital.
Fortunately, because he was sent to the hospital in time, there was nothing serious.
Emily Yates was lying on the hospital bed with an IV drip on her left hand, and she had not yet woken up.
Nathan Moore had a blank expression on his face, but he stayed by her side all the time.
The doctor came in with the medical record, took a look, and then scolded: "You young people just don't know how to control yourself! You are already pregnant, but you still don't know how to calm down..."
Pregnant?
Nathan Moore turned his head suddenly, very surprised, "You said she is pregnant?"