C8 The Child Is Dead

The child is dead.

"In half a year, I will send you to America to study!"

Yan Nuo waved the swing and stopped too. She fought back. "Do you finally think I am in your way? But I want to stay here and watch you love each other every day. I will not go anywhere."

"Yuruo found that school for you. I have seen it. The quality is very good. You will be satisfied." Yin Tianhan ignored her resistance and continued to announce their decision word by word.

Looking at Yin Tianhan's back as he left, She was finally in tears...

At night, Yan Nuo could not sleep.

She was thinking about Yin Tianhan's determined and heartless face. The more she thought about it, the more depressed she felt. She simply put on her pajamas and went out to take a breath.

She looked from the second floor and saw that the kitchen was dimly lit. She quietly walked down the stairs. Who was the person who had insomnia in the middle of the night like her?

"It's you." Yan Nuo looked at the woman in front of her.

That person was wearing a set of black lace pajamas and held the hot milk in one hand. That person was Yuruo.

Seeing Yan Nuo standing on the stairs, a trace of hesitation flashed across Yuruo's eyes but she did not say anything.

Yuruo carefully held the milk and walked upstairs along the other side of the stairs.

Seeing Yuruo ignore her, Yan Nuo was too lazy to reply.

The two of them met on the stairs.

The moment they met, Yan Nuo thought she saw wrongly.

Yuruo slowly raised her head. She smiled at Yan Nuo mockingly and then grabbed her hand. Immediately after, she leaned back and actually fell down the stairs.

"Tianhan, come quickly..." Yuruo was lying under the stairs with a face full of pain.

Yan Nuo was dumbfounded. She thought that Yuruo still had a child in her womb and quickly ran forward.

"How are you? Are you okay?"

Yan Nuo's face was full of anxiety and panic. She saw Yuruo's fair thighs and red blood kept flowing out.

"I don't want you to pretend to care about me. You are really vicious." When she finished speaking, she was already in so much pain that she could only moan.

"Someone come, someone come quickly!" Yan Nuo shouted.

Her cry woke up the people in the room. Yin Tianhan also came down from upstairs. He looked at the scene in front of him. He picked up Yuruo on the ground and hurriedly shouted, "Hurry and send her to the hospital!"

Yin Tianhan carried Yuruo out of the door with the help of the crowd.

Yan Nuo was completely stunned. What was going on? She did not move, but how could Yuruo fall so coincidentally...

At this moment, she seemed to have lost her soul as she stood there in a daze.

The sky slowly brightened. Yan Nuo and Mother Tian waited in the living room and did not sleep for the entire night.

For three consecutive days, Yin Tianhan and Yuruo did not return.

Yan Nuo seemed to have lost her soul and did not know what to do.

On the morning of the fourth day, Yan Nuo was about to go out when she saw Yin Tianhan's car slowly drive into the courtyard.

Yan Nuo's eyes suddenly widened. He finally came back!

She ran straight to the car, wanting to explain the situation that day. She was scared back by Yin Tianhan's cold gaze.

Mrs Tian patted her shoulder and walked towards Yin Tianhan. "Mr. Yin, how is the situation?"

Yin Tianhan's face was cold. He looked at Yan Nuo who was sitting on the sofa. "The child is dead."

Yan Nuo was scared by his eyes and shivered.

"It is not me. It is really not me." Yan Nuo shook her head and said.

Unexpectedly, Yin Tianhan handed over the ticket in his hand.

"The schools in America have already been arranged. You should go over as soon as possible..."

Yan Nuo was stunned. Her eyes gradually turned red. What did he mean?

"Okay, I will go!" She took the plane ticket from his hand and turned to go upstairs.

Step by step, she felt her heart break into pieces.

After Yan Nuo packed some luggage, she called a taxi at the door. She forced herself not to look at Yin Tianhan's expression and went straight to the airport.

She looked at the plane ticket in her hand. It was a flight that would take more than two hours.

Fortunately, she still had time.

She took out her phone and dialed the number. She said firmly, "Han Zhi, I want to go to Korea!"