"Of course it's my husband's." I smiled faintly and asked her, "What about yours? Whose is it? Are you going to deliver it or not this time?"

I knew that Caroline had aborted twice at college.

At that time, she dared not to let others accompany her. So she could only ask me to go with her.

Caroline trembled with anger by my provocation, "Charlotte Archer, you b*tch! I won't let you give birth to this child!"

After that, she left angrily with the test sheet in her hand.

I also felt a little uneasy in my heart. After all, Caroline was never a kind person. If her child died...