Skye Lawrence lay quietly on the hospital bed, her lips pale and chapped, her calm gaze admitting without a hint of fluctuation, "Yes."
"Skye Lawrence!" The man, with a face full of stubble and looking haggard, suddenly shouted angrily, murder intent glistening in his blue eyes, "Aren't you afraid I'll kill you!"
She was his wife, carrying his child, yet she used the future heir of the Oscar Family to threaten him! Such behavior was unacceptable in the Oscar Family, even if she was his rightful wife!
Skye Lawrence remained incredibly calm, not even batting an eyelash, looking at him coldly, and asked in return, "In my current state, do you think I'm afraid of dying?"
"..."
Of course she wasn't afraid!
If she were afraid, how could she be so ruthless to herself, cutting her wrist so deep that even the doctor shook his head and sighed.
If he hadn't found her in time, even the Immortals couldn't have saved her!
