Stacy looked serious. She walked in and patted her back. "Are you okay?" Angela shook her head and said, "I'm fine. I don't know if I'm having a bad stomach. Recently..." Speaking of this, she suddenly thought of something and suddenly shut up. Stacy was an experienced person. When she saw her spit, she thought of it. "Go to the hospital and have a look." Angela's hands trembled, as if she didn't know how to react for a while. Stacy hugged her, patted her back, and comforted her silently. "Stacy, can you promise me one thing?" Angela asked in a hoarse voice. Stacy said, "Okay, tell me." "... I mean if, if I really have a baby, you don't have to tell Charles, okay?" She didn't want to be with a person for external reasons. She knew exactly what she wanted. Stacy understood and nodded. "I won't say it, but if you are really... you'd better think more about it later." After all, having a child would have to consider his gro
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