Osane Lius clenched his palm tightly, looked at himself in the mirror for a long time, then turned hard and walked out of the bathroom.
She can't keep this child.
Can't keep Tristan Haw's kids.
Early the next morning.
As expected, Tristan Haw asked Chandler to pick her up as planned.
"Ma'am, Mr. Haw asked me to pick you up."
The expression on Osane Lius' face didn't change much. He sat at the dining table, took a sip of the milk on the table, put down the cup and got up.
"Let's go."
Her voice was calm, without any dissatisfaction.
Chandler glanced at the untouched breakfast on the table and froze for a moment.
Seeing that Osane Lius didn't touch the breakfast on the plate, the servant at the side hurriedly said something.
"Ma'am, you haven't eaten anything since last night, why
