Evander Lancaster wanted to enter the hospital to see his woman. At this moment, she must be lying weakly on the hospital bed, helpless and fearful, with no one to care for her...
But his legs felt as heavy as if they were filled with lead, and even with all his strength, he couldn't move a single step.
The child was gone, and the life he had just begun to illuminate dimmed once again.
"Ha, you still know to come over?" A light sneer rose above his head. Even with his eyes downcast, Evander Lancaster could tell it was Nathan Moore's voice.
In fact, he should thank him, since it was Titus Zane who called to notify him. However, in his heart, he actually blamed his brother for seeing his woman being forced and not stepping in to stop it.
His lips moved slightly, curving into a bitter and self-deprecating smile. It mocked himself as an incompetent man, thinking of his mother too kindly, which led to... the painful loss of his own child.
