Seeing Nicholas Croft staring blankly at her without speaking, Sophie Foster asked again, "Was it instigated by Hannah Hargrave?"

Nicholas Croft pressed his lips together, unsure of what to say. He didn’t want his Lara to know this cruel truth, after all, Hannah Hargrave shared half of the same blood. 𝘧𝓇𝑒𝑒𝑤ℯ𝑏𝓃𝘰𝑣ℯ𝘭.𝘤ℴ𝘮

Half-sister from a different mother, yet out of jealousy, she hired someone to harm her own sister’s unborn child. He worried his Lara wouldn’t be able to accept it.

On the other hand, his Lara was a straightforward girl without guile, clear about what she loved and hated. He was worried if she knew it was Hannah, she would impulsively confront Hannah and question her loudly...

Before obtaining evidence, he didn’t want such a thing to happen, because he was afraid of alerting the enemy.

Seeing Nicholas Croft’s refusal to speak, Sophie Foster’s tone became harsh, her hands hanging at her sides clenched tightly as she raised her face, glaring fiercely at Nicholas Croft, "Nicholas! Was the car accident instigated by Hannah Hargrave!"

Since she was eighteen and entangled with Nicholas Croft, they had been on and off for over four years. Sophie Foster had always addressed Nicholas as "Uncle," but ever since waking up from the car accident, this wasn’t the first time she bluntly called him by his full name, and quite rudely too.

Facing Sophie Foster’s unrelenting and terrifying eyes, Nicholas Croft’s Adam’s apple moved up and down. He put his phone in his pocket, reached his hands out, and said, "Lara, why are you here without slippers? The floor is cold, Uncle will carry you back to bed."

"Get lost! I’m asking you! Was it Hannah Hargrave who did it!" Sophie Foster shoved Nicholas Croft’s hand away, raising her neck and glaring at him through gritted teeth, like an extremely angry beast.

Nicholas Croft’s hands reached out again, but just as they were about to touch Sophie Foster’s shoulder, he curled his fingers and retracted them. His large hands hovered in the air, fingers moving unconsciously, and he smiled, saying, "No, don’t overthink it. Hannah is your sister, how could she do such a thing..."

Nicholas Croft’s words were interrupted by a crisp slap—it was Sophie Foster hitting him.

Glaring at him, her chest heaving continuously, in just a second, she pounced at him like a beast, tearing and hitting Nicholas Croft, and when he embraced her, she bit down, muttering angrily, "You bastard, scum, that bitch Hannah has already killed my baby and you’re still speaking for her. Just watch me beat you to death to avenge the baby..."

Mentioning the unborn baby, it was also a deep pain for Nicholas Croft. At home, they had prepared so many clothes, toys for the baby, even designed the nursery, Sophie had said to set it up in their bedroom, placing a crib next to their big bed, so they could easily care for the baby at any time...

"Lara... if venting will make you feel better, then... go ahead, hit me," Nicholas Croft released his hold on Sophie Foster, letting his arms hang as he stood before her, his downcast gaze and furrowed brows revealing his agony.

Sophie Foster no longer continued to hit but instead threw herself into Nicholas Croft’s arms, her small face pressed against his chest, one hand clutching his shirt, pouting, and mumbling, "Daddy, hug..."

Nicholas Croft...

Suddenly lifted his gaze, looking at the innocent little face in front of his chest, his heart aching terribly. His hands hanging at his sides tightened again and again before slowly lifting, for the first time realizing how heavy his arms felt, like they were filled with lead.

He encircled Sophie Foster, who was nestled in his arms, in a hoarse voice said, "Good baby, Daddy is holding you now."