Ariel Morris turned her head, looked at the front seat, and coldly scolded in a low voice, "Camden, stop the car! I want to get out!"
Jorge Saxton also looked ahead, "Keep going, ignore her!"
Both Jorge Saxton and Ariel Morris had cold expressions, their appearances were identical, with resolute outlines, and covered with frost.
"Brother! What do I have to do for you not to make me abort my child? I'll agree to whatever you say, I'm begging you, okay?" Ariel's long eyelashes trembled slightly, crystal tears slid down as she looked at Jorge's indifferent face, her body cold.
Jorge met Ariel's red eyes, his fingers instinctively clenched into a fist, his eyes filled with depth and sorrow. Jorge looked at Ariel, paused for more than ten seconds, covered Ariel's trembling fingertips with his palm, and hoarsely said, "Do you really want to choose this child?"
