Chapter 1015: To Discard or to Keep

London, inside an apartment.

Phoebe Smith looked at the baby on the sofa and snorted coldly before turning to Jinna Evans: "Didn't I tell you to throw the child directly into the trash can? Why did you bring it back?"

"It was Director Smith who told me to bring it back," Jinna Evans quickly claimed, "I made a call to Director Smith for advice while holding the child in the fire-exit passage."

"Director Smith?" Phoebe Smith snorted again, giving Jinna Evans a sidelong glance: "You wouldn't think that just because you slept with him for one night, you can now climb over my head and shit, do you?"

"I didn't," Jinna Evans, frightened, trembled and shook her head instinctively in denial: "I wouldn't dare."

"I see you dare everything!" Phoebe Smith, infuriated, slapped her hand on the armrest of the wheelchair: "Your life was saved by me, you should do whatever I tell you to do, not to go asking others for their opinions!"