“What could be wrong with it?” Mnie asked, suppressing her distaste. Of course there was <b>a </b>problem with the report, but the question was who did it… and why,
She knew the answer to that, even if she did not know who it was specifically. It could have been Cedric, Ste, Evelyn, or even Peyton.
No matter who it was, Eugene could not deny his role in it either.
A cold storm brewed in Mnie’s eyes. She stared at Eugene, enunciating clearly, “Tell me. What exactly is the problem here?
<b>“</b><b>Is </b>it the way you and your family tampered with the medical report? Or is it how you tried to abort my baby while keeping me in the dark?<b>” </b>
Mnie’s voice was soft, yet Eugene was frozen <b>to </b><b>the </b><b>spot</b>.
He looked at Mnie, his usually deep <b>eyes </b>nk. That <b>expression </b>looked <bical </b>and contradictory on someone as domineering <b>as </b>he usually was.
On the other hand, Mnie’s scorn only grew.
See? Eugene had taken her for a fool from <b>the </b>very beginning.
He thought she <b>was </b>a clueless puppet <b>dancing </b>on their strings. Perhaps, in his eyes<b>, </b>everythinging to her.
<b>she </b>deserved
Mnie’s mood did not lighten until she reached home<b>, </b><b>but </b>the other members <b>of </b>the studio heaved a sigh of relief when they heard the results of the checkup.
Xander brought Mnie a ss of <b>herbal </b><b>tea</b>. He <b>had </b>been brewing tea for her almost every day
recently.
His tone was gentle. “We can <b>sleep </b><b>well </b>tonight.”
It was true. Mnie had not slept well these few days because she <b>was </b>worried about.the baby.
Now that the results of the checkup were out<b>, </b>everyone celebrated and then went back <b>to </b>work.
On her part, Mnie booked a flight back to Oskon City on Sunday.
Unexpectedly<b>, </b>Howard sought her out again on Saturday morning. This time, he said openly, “I heard your <b>fetus </b>is abnormal. Get rid <b>of </b><b>it</b><b>, </b><b>for </b>your own good and for its sake<b>.</b><b>” </b>
He had stopped Mnie when she <b>went </b>out to buy something. Her expression was indifferent <b>as </b>she said, “I’ve told you many times that my life has nothing to do with you<b>. </b><b>If </b>you pester me again, <b>I’ll </b>call the police<b>.</b>”
“Do you think <b>I’m </b>joking? I’m serious this time. <b>If </b><b>you </b><b>don’t </b><b>get </b>rid of that thing in your stomach<b>, </b><b>I </b>won’t <b>be </b>the one convincing <b>you </b><b>next </b>time!”
Howard wiped the cold sweat off his forehead as he thought <b>of </b><b>the </b>conversation he had with that person yesterday afternoon. He already knew what he had to do.
No matter what<b>, </b>Mnie was still his daughter. He wanted what was best for her.
Besides, that person’s terms were enough to save hispany from the brink of bankruptcy<b>! </b>
A glint shed across Howard’s eyes. He was determined to bring out his authority as her father.
However, Mnie simply turned around and returned <b>to </b>the vi’spound. The security guard at the door red at him<b>, </b>making <b>it </b>impossible for him <b>to </b><b>follow </b>her inside.
After finally getting rid of Howard, Mnie went inside <b>the </b>vi. She did not take his words to heart. He was starting to sound like a broken record by now.
As expected, he blew up her phone again that evening. Mnie was <b>so </b>annoyed that she turned <b>off </b>her phone.
After that, she busied <b>herself </b>packing for her return to Oskon <b>City</b>. Her flight was in the <b>morning</b>. However<b>, </b><b>no </b>one expected that tragedy would strike on her way to the <b>airport</b>.