When I was six months pregnant, Yann accompanied me to a prenatal checkup. At the hospital entrance, our car was stopped. It wasn't until he looked up that I recognized the disheveled man in the wrinkled shirt as Leo!
Seeing me roll down the window, he tried to lunge forward, only to be pinned down by two burly bodyguards. One of them unceremoniously kicked him to the ground.
Leo lay there, struggling to shout, "Yelena! For the sake of our past relationship, please just say a word for me, I beg you! Please ask Mr. Peyton to let me off. I'm about to go bankrupt!"
I looked at Yann in confusion. Over the past few months, the Peyton family has taken excellent care of me. Every day was filled with love and affection with Yann; our family was harmonious, the atmosphere relaxed, and I was in
