"At this point, you're still here shirking responsibility." Old Sir Zhong's gaze became sharp, and when he looked at Zhong Mengxuan, his presence was completely commanding, "Recently, your mother's health has been very stable, with the doctor coming to check every day, and there have been no signs of preterm labor at all."
"What does that have to do with me?"
When facing the commanding presence of Old Sir Zhong, Zhong Mengxuan appeared much weaker and was not as casual as before, but she still choked up and insisted on her statement, "My mom's premature labor has nothing to do with me."
"Mengxuan, the situation has reached this point, and you're still hiding the truth." Old Madam Zhong slammed the arm of the sofa forcefully, her face clearly showing disappointment, "Do you even realize what you've done? You almost killed your mother and your younger brother."
