With a slight smile on her face, Hazel said, "your future babies will be very cute."
Taking a sip of tea, Walt hid all his expressions. It seemed that he was wearing a mask, calm and stiff. The only comfort for him now was that Zac didn't force Hazel to have an abortion, but kept the child. It seemed that what he said last time worked.
But he was sure that after the baby was born, Zac would not be good to him. He had always been cold-blooded. In his eyes, this child was a bastard of his enemy. How could he be kind to him?
Zac kept silent. Somehow, he felt that there was something strange between Walt and his little sun. There was no intimacy between couples. Or maybe he was thinking too much. He took a sip of tea and swallowed all the confusion.
At this time, Ivy came over from the gravel path.
She lowered her head and sighed as she walked, looking very depressed.
"Ivy, have some tea with us." Hazel waved at her.