A pair of cold hands grasped hers, sending a shiver through her as her brows furrowed slightly, appearing very uneasy.
These were Fujiwara Ize's hands; his hands always lacked warmth, and she never forgot this...
"Since you don't want to abort the child, wake up and take care of your body quickly. Otherwise, to ensure you have a healthy body, I will have someone remove your child." Fujiwara Ize's threatening voice echoed in her ears.
No, she didn't want to lose the child!
Mo Ran struggled to open her eyes, and found herself lying in a bed in the room, with nobody around.
A needle was inserted into her wrist, with the fluid from the IV slowly drenching into her blood.
Was everything just now a dream or reality?
Were they really planning to take her child away?
