Emma Rosy snapped open her clarifying eyes and suddenly turned her head, her fingers gripping Marisa Miller's wrist: "Marisa Miller, you have driven me to the brink, what more do you want to do?" Because of her pregnancy, she avoids emotional ups and downs as much as possible. But at this moment, Emma Rosy couldn't care less. Marisa Darcy smiled. She broke Emma Rosy's fingers from her wrist one by one: "Emma Rosy, it's not that I want to push you to the edge, it's Alex, who won't let you go." "... Alex Brown." Emma Rosy mumbled, her eyes darkened. Marisa Darcy leaned close to her ear, repeating the words over and over as if hypnotized: "Emma Rosy, remember, it's Alex who hates you, and he wants you dead." "He hates me... hates me ......" Emma Rosy was like a lost child, not knowing what to do, hugging her body tightly in an attempt to draw a glimpse of warmth in this cold winter. "It hurts, my stomach hurts..." The pain coming from her belly made Emma Rosy gradually lose conscious

Emma Rosy raised her little face and interrupted Joe Wright with red eyes. She must be strong for her child in the belly. Joe Wright looked at her seriously: "You pay attention, this phone, whether to use the evidence in court is up to you." "......" Emma Rosy struggled for a long time. She closed her eyes and said slowly, "Can you appeal without this?" Emma Rosy smiles wryly. No matter what Alex Brown does to her, she can't bear to really hurt him. Joe Wright's eyes, like the ocean, looked into Emma Rosy's face for a long moment and said, "Okay, I remember that." The phone was just a device he used to test Emma Rosy. Oh, he didn't realize that this stupid woman still cared so much about Alex Brown. The appeal was on Christmas Day, December 25th, Emma Rosy's 21st birthday. She sat beside Joe Wright in the court . Alex Brown sat in the dock, dressed in formal clothes, and his eyes, as they passed over Emma Rosy, were fierce and cold. Emma Rosy swallowed the pain from the tip of her h

The dark space is suddenly filled with light. Emma Rosy looks at the familiar Italian leather shoes and says, "Joe... Save me,..." But it was Alex Brown, and Emma Rosy froze in her tracks. Alex Brown. Why is he here? The man who had been trying to get in trouble with Emma Rosy saw Alex Brown arrive. He quickly said respectfully, "Mr. Brown, why are you here?" Alex Brown was angry and his face sullen. He looked at Emma Rosy, his eyes were cold. "What are you still doing sitting on the floor? Shall I help you?" "......" Emma Rosy stood up against the wall and followed Alex Brown out of the interrogation room into a room. Alex Brown reached out and pinched her chin. "Emma Rosy, won't you ever have a day of peace?" If he hadn't gone back to see her for a while, he wouldn't have known she was in trouble again. Emma Rosy, listening to Alex Brown, sneered, "Isn't this what you want me to be?" Alex Brown suddenly thought of "Joe" as he walked in, his eyes turning cold. "You like Joe Wright?

He was angry that her baby was gone. Was it because he couldn't fulfill Marisa Miller's wish to be a mother... What a mockery. Marisa Darcy suddenly covered her chest with her hand, and her delicate little face was about to crumple together. "What's wrong with you?" Alex Brown rushed to hold her, his whole body leaning on his body. "I thought I could help Emma raise her baby and make up for the guilt I feel about my child, but now ......" Marisa Darcy said with difficulty, her beautiful eyes looking reluctantly at Emma Rosy. "Emma Rosy, how can you be so vicious, it was your child with Alex. You can hate Alex, but how can you not even let go of a child who is also your flesh and blood?" Alex Brown' eyes flared up with anger! She had her monthly checkups and the baby was safe and sound, how could it have been born prematurely? It was only as Marisa Darcy said that Emma Rosy didn't want the baby! "Emma Rosy, you are so cruel!" Alex Brown said in a cold voice. "I'm cruel? Also, in your h

Emma Rosy froze for a moment. "Auntie, how can you know such a shameless woman?" Suddenly, a soft and sticky voice, Keira popped out from behind Emma Rosy, then looked at Marisa Darcy again, and said with disgust, "No wonder so shameless, so ugly-looking." Marisa Miller: "............" Alex Brown' deep black eyes stared firmly at the little girl in front of him, a small, soft mass, the girl looks like just under two years old. Looking at the dimples on the baby's face, Alex Brown' heart softened and he couldn't help but think of the child that Emma Rosy died in childbirth. Whose child is this? Alex Brown suspected. "Uncle, didn't your parents ever teach you that it's rude to stare at someone all the time?" Keira beamed and glared at Alex Brown, this uncle was so annoying that he kept staring at her. Even though she was good looking, he would be shy to stare at her all the time. Keira crossed her arms and continued, "Uncle, if you keep staring at Keira, I'll think you like me." "Eh.