Chapter 530
Rose’s heart clenched, and she whipped her head up to see that familiar face. Her eyes flickered,
“You…”
Rose was so taken aback that she stumbled back a couple of paces, unable to find words. Her
face turned pale within seconds.
“Hey, are you going through security? If not, can you step aside so we can go through?”
“Move it, we’re runningte!”
The people in line behind her urged, snapping Rose back to reality as she attempted to break free
from Morrison’s grasp, “Let me go!”
Morrison’s gaze was so cold it was almost impossible to approach.
The more Rose struggled, the tighter Morrison’s grip became, until he finally yanked her towards
him.
“Ah-” Rose nearly fell over.
She opened her eyes wide in fear, instinctively clutching her stomach with her other hand.
Morrison’s icy gaze flickered for a moment, and he quickly pulled Rose into his arms. She clung
onto Morrison’s cor, her face deathly pale.
Chloe rushed over to them. She was about to catch Rose but seeing Morrison had already done so,
she dropped her hand. She nced at Morrison for a few seconds, and then looked away.
Everything calmed down. Morrison’s expression wasplicated, then became quiet. He looked
down at the trembling frail figure in his arms, his eyebrows slightly knitted.
Rose finally came to her senses, pushing Morrison away and creating distance between them. But
Morrison didn’t let go of her. He lifted her wrist and said coldly. “We need to talk!”
Rose’s face was pale as she shook her head, trying to appear calm, “There’s nothing we need to
talk about!”
Morrison’s gaze hardened.
How about we talk about the child inside of you?” Morrison cut straight to the chase.
Rose waspletely caught off guard.
“Rose, you…” Just as Morrison opened his mouth, a wave of pain hit him from behind.
He turned around to see an elderly woman with gray hair raising her cane, “I knew it! You’ve been
hiding something from us! Tryying a finger on my great–grandson! If you dare to hurt my
daughter–inw and great–grandson, I’ll fight you to the death!”
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Rose and Chloe both looked bewildered. Morrison slowly closed his eyes, a hint of helplessness
appearing on his face.
“Mum, mum! Stop hitting me!”
A woman dressed elegantly rushed over, tightly grasping the olddy’s hand, her face filled with
worry and distress.
“Morrison, are you hurt?” As a mother, Molly couldn’t bear to see her son being hit. She pulled the
olddy aside while giving Morrison al small push.