"No!" Before Miles Morgan could speak, Ivy Preston said anxiously, her hand tightly gripping Miles', tears following suit, "Miles, I don't want to abort our child."
Miles Morgan looked at Ivy Preston, who was crying in fear, and firmly held her hand in return, promising earnestly, "I won't."
He was sincere to Ivy Preston; how could he possibly abort the child in her womb?
As a man, as a father, he couldn't possibly do such a thing.
"Mom!" Miles Morgan looked at Old Mrs. Monroe and said, "The child in Ivy's womb can't be aborted."
"He's your grandson!"
Old Mrs. Monroe heard Miles Morgan's words and snorted coldly.
"I only have one grandson." She got angrier the more she looked at Miles Morgan—how could a man be so clueless to this extent?
"Old Mrs. Monroe, I know that falling in love with Miles Morgan and getting pregnant with his child is wrong and immoral."
Ivy Preston took two steps forward, her eyes filled with tears, appearing sincere as she spoke.
