Roger said that she owed him and Rosy, so he wanted her to pay the price.

Paying the price?

"Roger, will you make up for what you owe me?" Ann thought.

"Ann, what happened to Rosy's child?" Charlie asked. He knew his sister's obsession with Roger. It was true that Ann was jealous. But it would never happen for her to harm Rosy.

"I'm too tired to talk about anything. Don't ask anymore, okay?"

"Ann ..." Charlie noticed Ann's impatience, so he stopped asking. "She will tell me when she feels better." Charlie thought.

"Alright, have a good rest then. I'll help you with the hospitalization procedures. Remember you're still weak. Take good care of yourself!"

Just as Charlie turned around to leave, he was stopped by a weak voice: "Charlie, don't tell grandpa about my miscarriage, please."

"I beg you, my brother ..." Ann looked at him with pleading in her eyes.

Charlie failed to refuse but said, "take a good rest and don't think too much. I will be here to help you!" he added, "I won't tell grandpa."

When Charlie left the ward, the smile on Ann's face gradually faded. Tears started to fall from her eyes, slowly soaking her hair.

What appeared in her mind was the adorable face of her kid that she had imagined thousands of times over the past few months. The cruel reality made her suffocate.

"My poor kid ..."

She didn't expect Roger to be so cruel, although she already knew that he didn't love it.

But she still dreamed that he had a feeling on her, maybe just a little bit.

Love sometimes made you abase yourself.

Three days later, Ann was discharged from the hospital.

Ignoring the doctor's instructions to take more rest, Ann immediately contacted Auyeung, Roger's lawyer.

"Auyeung, are you getting ready to take my divorce case?"

"Are you sure, Ann?"

She smiled and looked out the window, "Auyeung, I'm too tired."

After hanging up the phone, Auyeung had no choice but to prepare the materials for Ann's divorce. After all, he had to follow her instructions.

The villa Ann lived was located in Phoenix Bay. It was decorated in a typical French style. Sunshine came in through the floor-to-ceiling windows. The floor was covered with expensive Persian carpets. There was a fire in the grate, which made the house as warm as spring.

Walking upstairs slowly, Ann was not in the mood to admire the precious paintings on the wall. She just returned to get her ID card back.

"Roger, will this be my home from now on? We'll be together forever ..."

"Sure! Rosy, I won't allow anyone to bully you in the future!" The man said firmly.

"Then how will you deal with Ann, Roger? After all, our child was killed by her ..."