Sophie Foster instinctively asked, "What's wrong with Lara? Is it a terminal illness?"
Her mother's illness had left a shadow in her heart, so seeing Nicholas Croft's serious expression, Sophie's first reaction was that she also had a terminal illness.
She gripped her phone tightly, her fingernails turning white.
"What on earth is going on in that little head of yours?" Nicholas Croft ruffled Sophie's hair with a mix of frustration and amusement. Ectopic pregnancy sounded severe to him, but her imagination was even more terrifying.
"What is that?"
Sophie's nerves didn't relax with Nicholas's words. She turned her head, her delicate brows furrowed slightly.
"Don't worry, it's nothing to be tense about. It's just my carelessness that caused a little accident for Lara." Nicholas Croft smoothed down Sophie's ponytail. Being the responsible man he was, he took all the blame on himself.
"Lara is pregnant, but it's an ectopic pregnancy,"
