Lu Lingche watched her leave, tugging at the corner of his lips.
Good, they should all taste the suffering he has endured.
He glanced at the two trembling bodyguards, then called his own: "Yu Fei!"
Yu Fei, drenched in sweat, entered: "President Lu."
"Take these two away. I want to know the entire course of Qiao Yin's miscarriage. If they do not cooperate, let them understand what real torture is."
"Yes, President Lu."
Yu Fei replied respectfully, taking the two bodyguards away with him.
The villa fell silent.
Lu Lingche moved upstairs slowly, entered the bathroom, and prepared to take a bath. He then noticed the few bars of soap made by Qiao Yin.
He suddenly felt mocked, pitiful.
He was even stealing her homemade soap for his own use, while she mercilessly aborted their child.
Before he confronted her, he assumed she would deny it, say that his mother forced her to do it, say that she didn't ask for the five million, but Qiao Haidong did.
But she didn't.