In a small room, a thin, pale, helpless woman lay on the bed. Although her face was white, it still did not affect the beautiful and touching face of the other person. The husband and concubine stood in front of the bed and looked at her with disgusted eyes. He said coldly:
Convenience! You are not worthy to be the wife of an official. To speak! The genocide in your belly belongs to whom?
Before she could speak, the concubine mocked:
Ngoc Yen billion! Billion wants to talk to the general! Who is the child's parent?
Ngoc Yen was in pain when she heard the husband she loved with all her heart say so. Unknowingly the tears that she restrained flowed. She said weakly:
Husband! What did he mean by that? The fetus is of course his. I never do anything against my conscience. Husband! He must believe me.
Huh! Don't think that if you say these things, the official will believe you. Where's the person! Give this cup of medicine to Ngoc Yen by the way!
Yes.