"Mom, if we don't call the police, by the time the baby is born, who knows if we'll even be able to find her." Gu Mingzhu was terrified. She and Jiang Jing had just begun enjoying their good days—she didn't want to die.
"Mom, is there something else you're hiding from us?" Gu Mingzhu eyed Fang Yue suspiciously.
"No." Fang Yue answered quickly, changing the subject: "Mingzhu, don't scare yourself. You're still young and healthy—you'll deliver the baby safely. You'll be fine."
"Mom, you never know, just in case. Besides, now that Dad knows you're looking for the child, are you really going to stop halfway?" At this moment, Gu Mingzhu realized Fang Yue was hiding something else. She grabbed Fang Yue's hand and said, "Mom, we're your real daughters. If there's anything you can't tell Dad, you can tell me."
"I can help you come up with ideas too." Gu Mingzhu deliberately softened her voice. "Mom, I'm your daughter, I grew up by your side—don't you trust me?"
