"Of course this has everything to do with me!"
Huo Chen sighed. Ji Xiaosong was about to say more.
"Shhh."
Huo Chen pressed the pad of his finger to her lips, his other hand gently resting on her flat stomach. "Don't say anything right now."
His palm was warm and dry, carrying a force that brooked no resistance.
Ji Xiaosong turned her face away, but he gripped her chin and turned it back.
"Look at me."
Huo Chen's voice was deep and firm. "I know you hate me right now. But these two children, they're our flesh and blood."
By the time the helicopter landed on the rooftop helipad at Central Park West, a medical team was already standing by.
Huo Chen personally carried her into the meticulously prepared medical room, not letting her feet touch the ground for a moment.
"A full checkup."
He ordered the doctor, "Make sure the mother and children are safe."
Ji Xiaosong lay on the examination bed, staring blankly at the ceiling.
