"I..." She hadn't yet said that she was overthinking.
Baron Lawrence seemed to hear her innermost thoughts through her eyes, his thin lips meeting, his face souring as he interrupted her, "You dare say you're not overthinking, suspecting you've had a miscarriage or something?"
"..." Even if she was suspicious, it was just normal speculation, right?
Her eyes only glanced downward briefly.
The person holding her shoulders immediately pressed her down, forcing her to lift her head, "Enna Clark, I'm telling you again, you're not pregnant, and you haven't had a miscarriage. It's just irregular menstruation, and your period arrived! I'm not lying to you!"
"But..."
"No 'buts,' if you don't believe me, you can ask the doctor. If you don't trust the doctor, you can ask Adam Sinclair and the others, Scott Harris and others were there at that time!"
"..." There's still a possibility that he might have silenced everyone.
