Mo Yan’s eyes lowered to conceal the greed within as a cold sneer formed at the corner of her mouth, "I want my child back. Can you give it to me?"
"You should know that even if Yan Ruyu found out about your pregnancy, you wouldn’t be able to keep the child." The implication was, even if there had been no accident, she would have miscarried.
"But, I won’t let her know. I will ensure that the child is born safely."
"Is that so?" Gu Yixuan smiled faintly, "You greatly underestimate Yan Ruyu’s capabilities. It’s possible that she already knows about your miscarriage. Fortunately, without the child, otherwise, even you would disappear. Also, do you think that just because the child is born, you will be guaranteed wealth and status?"
Mo Yan’s eyelid twitched as she looked at him expressionlessly.
Continuing, Gu Yixuan said, "Entering the world of the wealthy isn’t that easy. If it were, many women using that tactic would have succeeded already."
Mo Ran swayed slightly, her face pale, struggling to accept this reality.
Gu Yixuan let out a cold laugh and got up to leave the villa.
Only after he left did she sit weakly on the couch, her face twisted in agony. Could it be that she would never make her way into high society?
Was she to live a vulgar, busy, and ordinary life forever?
She wasn’t willing to accept it, truly unwilling!
Mo Ran came downstairs and, seeing her sister’s distraught appearance, quickly approached and crouched in front of her, asking with concern, "Sis, what’s wrong?"
Mo Yan slowly lifted her head to meet Mo Ran’s anxious eyes, feeling even more infuriated.
The child was gone. She had thought she could use her to break into high society, but now she couldn’t even help her. What else did she have to rely on?
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Suddenly, Mo Yan pushed her to the ground, standing up in anger and yelling, "It’s all your fault! All of this is your fault! If not for you, I could have had hope, but now I don’t even have that! It’s all you! Why did you make me miscarry, why?!"
"Sis!" Mo Ran’s eyes widened in shock, her heart seemed to stop abruptly, rendering her breathless.
"Ah—" Mo Yan screamed in pain and ran into her room, slamming the door shut. The forceful closing of the door made a loud noise, like a heavy hammer striking Mo Ran’s chest.
She turned pale and collapsed onto the ground, motionless for a long time.
For her, her sister’s hatred was the sharpest weapon in the world. Just a light touch on her heart, and it bled profusely.