I had a miscarriage.
As soon as these words were spoken, the entire room fell silent for a few seconds. Enna Clark instinctively turned her head to look at the man beside her, frowning curiously.
Why is Skye Lawrence telling Baron Lawrence this? Could it be that Skye's miscarriage has something to do with Baron?
How come she didn't know about this?
Baron Lawrence's profile was stern and handsome, his face as sharp as if carved from stone, without a trace of emotion. His eagle-like eyes looked at her coldly, and his thin lips moved slightly, "And then?"
Skye hadn't expected him to be so indifferent, as if he had known about her miscarriage all along.
Could he really be so unconcerned despite knowing about her miscarriage?
Skye felt as if a stone had suddenly pressed down on her chest, making it hard to breathe. "And then?"
