C2 Mommy You Failed Again!

The man didn't believe her, because he had already reacted.

"Tell me, what do you want?" Harold asked in a cold voice.

If this woman was really his fan, then she should be reluctant to leave.

However, when he asked her to get lost, she was so decisive.

Looking at the device in her hand and thinking about her act of taking off her pants, Harold could almost confirm what she was up to.

This shameless woman must be trying to get his grandson to get artificial inseminated, so that she could threaten him.

As for who was behind this woman, he had to investigate clearly.

Thinking about this, Harold tightly gripped Nina's arm, and his entire body emitted a cold aura.

"Mr. Douglas, you misunderstood me. I really..." Nina was in so much pain that she wanted to push the man in front of her away, but the man was like a mountain, unmoving.

She was anxious and panicked!

She absolutely could not be caught.

Those things could only be secretly carried out.

If she was found out...

No!

Seeing the ashtray on the tea table, Nina did not even think about it. She grabbed it and slapped it towards Harold's head.

"You..." After saying one word, Harold's tall body fell to the ground.

Thinking about whether or not she should film it again, Nina hurriedly threw away the ashtray.

At this moment, a few voices came from outside. Nina didn't dare to stay any longer. She covered her face with her hands and hurriedly ran out of the lounge.

It was already ten in the evening when they returned home, and it was very quiet at night.

Nina stood at the door and knocked on the door three times in a rhythmic manner.

In the next moment, the door opened, and a little person appeared. Seeing the sorry state of Nina, she sighed, "Mommy, you failed again?"

"Yes!" Nina sighed as well. She carried the little person into the house and touched the little person's bald head. A trace of sadness flashed across her eyes, but it quickly returned to normal.

"Ash, is there anything to eat? I'm starving!" Nina patted her stomach and sat on the sofa.

"Yes, there is!" Asher ran into the kitchen and brought out a steaming pizza.

Nina immediately took a bite, and her expression became very pleasant. "Laujade! Little Asher, you are really Mommy's good child!"

Nina said as she hugged Asher into her arms and rubbed him. When the little guy started to resist, she released him.

"Ah, Little Asher, open your mouth!" She fed the pizza to Asher's mouth.

Asher wrinkled his nose and dodged to the other side of the sofa in disdain.

The durians were so smelly, so what was there to eat? He really didn't understand why Mommy liked them so much.

"Mommy, where's your bag?" Asher looked around but did not see the bag that Nina had carried out this morning.

Nina stood up and patted her head. "Yeah, I forgot to take the bag."

Asher sighed again, "Mommy is fine. As long as the phone is not lost. As for the instrument, let Aunt Amelia get another set."

Nina touched the phone hanging on her neck and felt extremely lucky.

"Ash, what will Mommy do without you?"

The corner of Asher's mouth raised, and a beautiful dimples appeared on his left cheek.

Seeing that Nina was about to kiss him, he reached out his hand to cover his nose and mouth. "Mommy, you're so smelly. Stay away from me!"

Nina was speechless.

Stinking brat!

It was almost midnight after she finished washing up.

Nina leaned against the headboard with a medical record in her hand. She flipped through it page by page until she finally looked at the little person beside her who had already fallen asleep.

She pulled up the blanket and touched the little man's delicate and thin face. She felt a burst of bitterness in her heart.

The night five years ago was a mistake, but two months later, a seed had sprouted in her stomach. Nina was glad that she did not lose it. Although her grandmother strongly objected to it...

The more she thought about it, the more depressed she became. Nina rubbed her eyes and her eyes became determined.

No matter what, she had to think of a way to get the hundreds of millions of descendants of Harold.

No matter what!