An Ge felt like crying but had no tears.
It was the matter from the cellar a month ago.
Ma De, would this never end?
Wasn’t the case against the drug lord already concluded?
Why was it still dragging on endlessly?
An Ge’s head ached as she stamred, "Young Master Huo, I’ve explained this to you eight hundred tis. The night of the Huo Family’s banquet a month ago, I really didn’t go to any cellar. Maybe the surveillance captured lingering around the cellar, but I really didn’t go in..."
Huo Shaoyan was imposing and aggressive, "Then why was your bag found in the cellar?"
An Ge was speechless.
"Young Master Huo, whether you believe it or not, I haven’t lied," said An Baoying.
Her words not only plunged An Ge into deep thought but also caught Huo Shaoyan’s attention.
Huo Shaoyan stepped over to her in just a few strides, looking down at her from above. His voice was icy and sharp.
"Is that so? If so, prove it to now."
An Baoying was a ss inside, trembling with fear.
But soon, she forced herself back to calmness.
She recalled the sche her mother, Bai ilan, had devised for her when she tried on wedding dresses with her earlier that day.
Thinking of this, she said with frustration, "Fine. How does Young Master Huo want to prove it?"
As soon as she finished her sentence, Huo Shaoyan called for soone to bring a needle and thread, presenting them in front of her, "Earlier you said this canvas bag with peonies was yours, and you embroidered the flowers. Now, embroider sothing in front of ."
An Baoying trembled uncontrollably at his words.
Her voice shook with guilt and fear, "I... I..."
Huo Shaoyan pressed the cold gun barrel against her chin, his voice teasing yet dangerous, "Why are you shaking, hmm?"
An Baoying took a deep breath, feeling she had no choice but to take a risk at this point.
She lifted her gaze, tearful eyes eting the face of the icy, handso man before her, and forced herself to say, "I’m... not feeling well. Can I do it when I feel better?"
"Not feeling well? How so?"
The man motioned as if to pull the trigger, causing An Baoying to freeze with fright.
Her voice ca out broken and rushed, "I have a fever, feeling dizzy..."
While speaking, she utilized her acting skills, her body going limp as she slumped toward Huo Shaoyan.
Out of reflex, Huo Shaoyan caught her, his face turning exceedingly displeased, "Get the family doctor over!"
The family doctor arrived quickly, an old Chinese dicine practitioner usually beside Mrs. Huo.
After checking her pulse, the old doctor said to Huo Shaoyan, "Young Master Huo, the preliminary diagnosis of her pulse suggests she’s probably pregnant. It would be best to take her to the hospital for a complete examination."
His words stunned not only Huo Shaoyan but also shocked An Ge.
An Baoying was actually pregnant with Huo Shaoyan’s child?
Huo Shaoyan had provided support for her and the An Family even before she got pregnant. If she really was pregnant, wouldn’t An Baoying’s family of three walk all over her?
An Ge’s emotions were chaotically intense. She instinctively glanced at Huo Shaoyan, just catching his cold, piercing gaze.
His voice was sharply insulting, "What are you standing around for? Call your stepmother and your father, tell them to go to the hospital." After a pause, "You follow too."
His shout made An Ge’s heart quiver. Intimidated by the man’s murderous aura, she quickly took out her phone to call An Zhiguo.
When An Zhiguo received her call, he was in a heated argunt with Bai ilan, almost striking her in his loss of control.
The call from An Ge was the only thing that stopped his hand from landing on Bai ilan’s face.
Since An Ge was now acknowledged as Mrs. Huo’s goddaughter, An Zhiguo dared not neglect her.
Thus, he quickly answered An Ge’s call, saying, "You little brat, I thought you’d forgotten about your father after climbing up Mrs. Huo’s social ladder, but you still rember to call back..."
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