Chapter 213

Renee froze, but reason quickly pulled her back to reality.

Her and Carl? Impossible!

There was no child between them, no forced marriage, nothing.

Only hatred.

Most importantly, Annie hadn't run off pregnant.

Renee's body tensed, as if suddenly yanked from a scorching summer into the depths of winter, every pore trembling.

She pressed her lips together. "Uncle, save those words for your woman."

"I'll bandage your wound. You should go see your woman when you have time."

See your precious Annie one last time.

Perhaps she had become cold-blooded.

When she learned Annie wanted to terminate the pregnancy, she was only slightly surprised. She felt no regret and didn't think about telling Carl.

If he stopped it, it would all be meaningless.

That demon child should become nothing more than blood flowing down a drain.

He had inherited eight or nine-tenths of Annie's wickedness, always tormenting Sarah under the guise of poor health.

Once, he even shot at Sarah's eyes with a sling