In an instant, the table cracked open with a massive fissure, and everything on it, tools and even medicines, were sent flying through the air.
"Uncle!" Mu Xiaoyao was terrified, having never seen Uncle so angry before.
Fearing that the flying objects from the medical table might hit Baili Xia, he lunged forward with a stride of his long legs, placing his own body in front of her to shield her.
Something hit his back and quickly bounced off.
He felt a wave of relief, thankful that he had made it in time.
After the dust settled, he turned his head to look at Mu Xiaojiu, and a tightness seized his chest.
"Uncle, what are you doing? She has a child in her belly, aren't you afraid of hurting her?"
Mu Xiaojiu gave a cold snort, his gaze shifting past him to look at Baili Xia.
He sneered disdainfully, "Carrying another man's child and trying to pass it off as my son, not killing her is already the greatest mercy I could show her."
