"Ah, my stomach... it hurts so much. Sis, why are you doing this to me?"
Fiona's face was streaming with tears, her delicate hands pressed tightly against her stomach, those ambiguous words clearly accusing Cecilia of trying to harm her!
Cecilia looked at Fiona with utter disgust, her already cold expression hardening inch by inch into ice.
"Are you done acting yet? Fiona Vaughn, you really were born for show business."
When Fiona heard this, she looked up weakly, tearful eyes shimmering, the pitiful grievance in her dark pupils so intense even bystanders might feel a twinge in their chest.
"Sis, do you really hate me that much? So much that you'd want me to lose my child?"
Cecilia stared at her with icy eyes.
"I never said that."
After a beat, Cecilia sneered mercilessly again.
"Of course, I feel pretty sorry for the unborn kid, having such a drama queen for a mom."
"Sis, you—"
Fiona bit her lip, clutching her stomach, looking pitifully at Tyson Law.
