"What do you mean 'your son'? Whose son did you have?" Long Yutian stared intently at her with his dark piercing eyes. Although he knew the answer would depress him, he still asked rapidly.
"Our son... yours and mine..." Xia Yanxin struggled to say.
Long Yutian found it difficult to breathe, and the hand that was tightly gripping her chin gradually loosened...
Four years ago, at Mandara Manor, Xia Yanxin had tried to tell him that she was pregnant, but he did not take it to heart. He always thought that the 'what if' she referred to was about the child in Bonivia's stomach; hence, he always believed she was using the matter of the child to test his attitude towards Bonivia. He truly had not thought deeply about it. If he had truly understood at that time that she was pregnant, he would have done everything in his power to prevent her from getting hurt.
