Zoe Yale: "..."!!
What to do when you're caught lying in public?
Should you continue to play dumb, or make a run for it?
Zoe Yale looked at the brown sugar water in Evelyn Sherman's hand, and slowly released the grip she had on Chester Yale's clothes corner.
Her gaze flicked towards the exit of the Living Room, silently calculating from where she could run and be faster...
Just as her foot moved, it wasn't Chester Yale who stopped her, but instead Charles White rushed over, nervously picked her up, and set her back on the sofa.
With both hands on her shoulders, his face was full of concern.
"Your stomach is feeling uncomfortable, why didn't you say so earlier? Is it the fetal movement? Are you in pain, let's go to the Hospital for a checkup..."
After finishing speaking, Charles White was ready to instruct someone to arrange a car.
His handsome face was full of undisguised fear.
His entire person seemed normal, but the outline of his face was tense, as if he couldn't smile.
