Chapter 13 Abortion

The man was dressed in a black shirt. His sleeves were rolled up to his elbow and his hands were in the pockets of his trousers. He had an innate aura of nobility. He was like a god who had descended from the sky.

His cold and handsome face did not have a trace of sympathy. He strode over to her and stopped in his tracks. He raised his hand and Charles, who was behind him, handed the papers to him.

Myron threw the papers on Josie's face.

With a whoosh, they scattered on Josie's face and fell onto the sheets.

Josie glared at Myron with dissatisfaction. She picked up the examination results and looked at them again. It was obvious that she was pregnant.

"Hehe."

For some reason, an inexplicable sense of sourness welled up in her heart, and Josie's eyes suddenly turned red.