Dany turned instinctively. His eyes fell on the blood between Nina's legs, and his brows knitted tightly.
Thud! Thud!
Nina "fainted" to the ground.
Dany gritted his teeth, veins bulging on his forehead.
In the end, he turned back, lifted her in his arms, and rushed to the hospital.
Staring at the moving second hand, Dany tapped his foot restlessly, each tap louder in the quiet ward.
When the doctor walked in with a routine smile:
"Congratulations, General Hayes. Miss Nina is pregnant."
Dany showed no joy at all. He stared at the doctor, his expression terrifyingly dark.
"Get rid of it. My children will only be born to Lucy."
On the bed, Nina's eyelashes trembled almost imperceptibly, pretending to be unconscious.
She did not move a muscle, but under the covers, her nails dug dee
