"You ......"
"Yes, Alisha, don't you dare try to spill your guts here?"
Miller interrupted Alisha, "The fortune teller said that I have a son in my destiny, and Sia is definitely carrying a son this time. You should get out of my sight. A daughter is a loser. I'll just have a son to take care of me in the future."
Hearing this, Alisha was so angry that she almost gritted her fine teeth.
When she met Sia's provocative and smug eyes, she wanted to tear her apart.
Miller himself is patriarchal and has always looked forward to having a son in his heart.
Sia, the little bitch, must have known what he was thinking and that's why she used some fortune teller to fool him.
Pissed off!
"Miller, you're going to regret this."
Alisha took a deep breath, gritted her teeth and burst out, then turned to leave.
Little bitch wants to have Miller's son?
Let her be complacent for a while.
She has ways to keep her from seeing the sun tomorrow!
Alisha exited the ward door, slamming it with a ping.
She took the elevator to the first floor and without a glance, she saw Rosalie accompanying Jasmine out of another elevator.
She took a step to meet them.
"Mrs. Johnson."
"Mrs. Williams."
Rosalie also saw Alisha and stood in front of her.
"Why did Mrs. Johnson come to the hospital? Is Miss Johnson not feeling well?"
Alisha surveyed Rosalie's mother and daughter and, seeing Jasmine looking a bit wan, asked.
"Yeah, she's a little sick, so I brought her to the hospital to check it out."
Rosalie's eyes flickered slightly, unwilling to talk more about this topic, and changed the subject.
"What about you? What brought you to the hospital? Oh, I see, is that mistress in the hospital?"
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