Wei Ruo still tried to force herself to stand, but the pain in her abdomen grew increasingly severe, spasming with sharp agony. Panic began to set in. "I… my stomach hurts so badly… the baby… Huangnian, our baby…"
"Good, it should hurt," Muo Huangnian looked down at her from above, lips curled into a merciless smirk. "After drinking all that soup for so many days, the timing adds up—it's about time you felt it."
Wei Ruo froze for a moment, enduring the excruciating pain as she struggled to lift her head to look at him. "You said… the soup… what soup?"
He scoffed coldly. "The soup I fed you, of course. Did you seriously think you deserved for me to feed you anything else?"
Wei Ruo's mouth gaped wide in shock. "You… what did you add to it?"
