Titus Zane shifted his gaze and saw, in Nathan Moore's outstretched palm, a white pill lying there—it was a morning-after pill.
Titus Zane reached out, picked up the pill without hesitation, and stuffed it into his mouth, swallowing it with the warm chicken soup. There was a spoon in the small bowl, but Titus Zane didn't use it, drinking the chicken soup like water, finishing it in a matter of seconds.
Aunt Liu said that the soup contained Chinese herbs to nourish the body, and she wouldn't treat her body poorly.
Titus Zane handed the empty bowl to Aunt Liu standing by, took a tissue from the drawer in front of the bed, and gently wiped the corners of his lips, the whole process was very bland, in reality, he was numb.
"Next time, don't leave it inside; it saves you the worry that I'm up to something."
Last time he accidentally got pregnant, Nathan Moore thought she wanted to use the child to achieve some purpose, so in a burst of anger, he threw her onto the coffee table.
