After tonight, she would have a miscarriage, wouldn't she?

　　Covering his belly, Carlos tried to run away!

　　She tried to get into the car as fast as she could, but was pulled out rudely the next second. He didn't even care about the injured girl. He grabbed her wrist and pushed her into the Bentley!

　　He was going to send this woman to have an abortion himself.

　　He struggled with all his might, unwilling to get into the car.

　　The woman sneered in her heart, but she pretended to be anxious and reached out to help.

　　As she was struggling, she didn't notice her at all. With a wave of her hand, she pushed the girl to the ground.

　　"It hurts!" she fell on the asphalt road and held her knees in pain.

　　It was badly mutilated.

　　After casting a glance at him, his face darkened all of a sudden. He raised his hand and gave a hard slap on his face.

　　"I warn you, don't touch her again, or I'll kill you!"

　　Carlos' thin body was slapped sideways and crashed into a car.

　　Half of her snow-white face instantly turned red and swollen, and there was a smell of blood between her lips.

　　However, he didn't feel any pain at all. Every word he said just now was like a whip with a back stab, which stabbed into the softest part of his heart, making her tremble with pain.

　　He lifted her up from the ground and gently put her in the front seat of the car. Then he turned around, grabbed her wrist rudely and pushed her into the car.

　　The door was immediately locked. Brody started the car and drove straight to the hospital.

　　"Brody, drive slowly. I feel dizzy..." said Janet, holding her bleeding forehead.

　　He immediately slowed down the car.

　　"Are you feeling better? We're almost there," he said in a soft voice that had never appeared in front of her before.

　　Sitting in the back seat, Carlos listened to their sweet conversation and lowered his head slowly.

　　She also felt painful... But if she said it out, she would only get the sarcasm of Rachel.

　　A sharp pain came from his lower abdomen again. Carlos covered it quietly and felt the moisture between his legs.

　　She lowered her eyes and saw a piece of bright red, slowly dyed her trousers red

　　Tears welled up in his eyes. He cried in despair.

　　All her obsession and deep love for Brody finally miscarried like a child in her belly

　　It was quiet in the car. Her sobs were clearly heard by the two people in front of her.

　　"Debbie, what's wrong with you?" she asked with concern

　　"What can she do? It's just acting," said Brody in a voice full of disgust.

　　Tears welled up in her eyes as she spoke.

　　Seeing her crying and laughing from the rearview mirror, Ambrose frowned and said, "Alisa, put away your disgusting hypocritical face! I feel sick at the sight of it!"

　　The smile on his face widened.

　　"If I lost my baby, I would hate you for the rest of my life," she said softly. Her nails had already pierced into the soft flesh of her palm, but she did not notice it at all.

　　Looking up at her pale face from the rearview mirror, he only sneered at her words.

　　Alison closed his eyes feebly. He didn't care whether he loved him or hated him at all.

　　The car finally arrived at the hospital.

　　Before he could finish his words, the woman got out of the car and walked towards the hospital without looking back.

　　In the car, staring at her back, Ambrose's heart suddenly shrank. He wanted to follow her and see if she was going to play some tricks again.

　　"Brody Leng..." the woman grabbed his wrist and said, "my knees hurt. I can't walk..."

　　His attention was drawn back to the body of the girl. He gently held her in his arms. As for the woman who had a resolute back, he quickly forgot her.

　　She went to the gynecology department, registered and had an abortion.