"You leave first!" Howard Geoffrey's hawk-like eyes stared at Rebecca Quentin, but he was speaking to the nurse.
The nurse, as if being rescued, immediately retreated.
Howard Geoffrey closed the door and walked up to Rebecca Quentin.
"I can't afford the hospital bills, I want to be discharged!" Rebecca Quentin said calmly, having no choice but to face him now and accept the reality.
She admitted she was summoning the courage to speak to him, but God knows how panicked she was at this moment.
Howard Geoffrey's dark gaze lingered on her pale face, his expression complex and difficult to decipher, and the slight furrow in his brow seemed to be suppressing something.
"In a hurry? You're bold enough to carry a child behind my back, but afraid to see me now?" His tone was cold, mingled with anger.
"The child has nothing to do with you!"
Howard Geoffrey's lips curled with a cynical smile, "Without my effort, where did the child come from?"
"You..." Shameless and despicable!
