"Heh, why wouldn't she kill you?" Jiang Xiaobai asked with a cold laugh.
Jiang Weixiong laughed, "Because I am the biological father of the child in her womb! If she killed me, she would feel guilty toward the child for the rest of her life. When the child is old enough to understand and asks where his father is, how is she supposed to answer? Could she tell the child that his own mother killed his biological father?"
Jiang Xiaobai laughed, "It turns out you're still in the dark, that child has already been aborted. With her kind of family background, how could her father and brothers possibly allow her to give birth to a child of unknown origin?"
Jiang Weixiong's expression turned to one of astonishment, and he stood there, stunned.
"Impossible, impossible." He was no longer as composed as before, a bit panicked, his hands starting to shake.
