The Fate of Love novel Chapter 9

Carol was crying in sorrow, dragging Samson as her whole body collapsed like a lost child, pitiful and helpless.

Samson hugged her in his arms and comforted, "Carol, you are and will not alone. Calm down!"

Carol looked at him, "Don't let her give birth to the child, okay? I'm begging you, Brother Samson, don't let her deliver this embryo, or I will die!"

She spoke decisively and seriously.

Samson looked at her with anger, "Carol, don't mess around!"

Seeing this, Carol pushed him away violently, quickly picked up the fruit knife and slammed it down towards her wrist.

All this happened so quickly. He hugged Carol to the emergency room.

But Carol tugged firmly at the railing, "Don't let her give birth to the baby!"

I was stunned. How much did Carol hate me? Then I said, "Carol, don't worry, this baby, I..." I relieved the pain, "I won’t deliver the baby!"

"Sharon Sandra!" Samson was completely angry.

"You will suffer even more if she dies!" I said sorely.

Samson glanced at me with unfathomable darkness and then carried Carol out of the ward.

In the empty ward, I stared at the puddle of blood left by Carol.

I was not in the mood to stay here, so I was discharged.

After a night of heavy rain, the whole Jiangcheng City was completely renewed. I went directly to the Group Finns.

The receptionist said in a hurry, "Director Sandra, the wife of Dean Lion from the People's Hospital is waiting for you for around 15 minutes."

I pressed the elevator, "Ask Linda Helen to prepare some considerate gifts for Mrs. Lion later.”

The receptionist nodded.

Then I called Haden, "Sharon!"

Surprisingly, this time he called my name directly, I frowned slightly, "Do you have time tonight? Have a meet?"

After a pause, "Okay, show me where and when."

"I'll send you in a while!" I hung up and sent to Haden.

Subsequently, I went to the restroom for my makeup fix before returning to the office.

Having been two years with Samson, I had gained a lot in work.

At least, I have grown up from a novice to a director proficient in handling various problems.

In the office, a middle-aged woman in a plain peony cheongsam sat elegantly on a black leather sofa, holding the phone.