Mr. Fu sat in the chair, listening to the sound of rain pouring outside the window, mixed with Wei Ronghua's hysterical voice. For a moment, he hadn't figured out how to bring up this past incident to her.
However—
Things had come to this, and it was impossible not to give her an explanation.
Mr. Fu sighed and began to speak: "That night, the weather was just like now, windy and rainy. Zheng Jun was not home; he went abroad on a business trip. You were in constant pain; the nanny said it was probably the fetal movement. Just as she finished speaking, you started bleeding. I had the butler drive you to the hospital and contacted the obstetric expert on the way."
With Mr. Fu's calm tone telling the story, Wei Ronghua calmed down, facing the storm outside the glass window, memories from that past vividly coming to mind.
