My fainting turned into quite a drama.
Jim immediately discarded the food, scooped me up, and rushed downstairs, not even entering the house. At that moment, Claire followed closely behind, irritating him more.
“Claire, what the hell is wrong with you? Get out of here! If anyone sees this, how do you think I’ll explain it? Leave, now!”
Claire, clearly hurt by Jim’s words, shot him a fierce look. “Jim, do you really love her? She’s just pretending! Didn’t you see her trying to stab me with a kitchen knife just now? You’re focused on her now, but I’m carrying your child!”
Jim, his patience running thin, snapped back, “You’re such an i***t! How can you blame anyone else? Who told you to come here and let yourself be humiliated? Don’t bring up the child. Listen, Claire, if you can give me
