CHAPTER 13 She didn’t want this child， even at the

A black limousine was galloping on the road。 Inside， Jack was sitting in the backseat with his back straight。 Next to him was Liz， who had fallen asleep and was leaning against him， looking close。 Jack sat still as if the woman on him didn’t exist。 He looked out of the window， eyes cold and elusive。 Stephanie was dead， out of one mere sentence he spoke。 No， it was not his fault。 That woman deserved this！ The accident would not happen if she didn’t argue with the driver。 Right。 After all， she was willing to kill the baby even at the cost of her own life， so why should he miss her？ Jack pressed on his temples and found himself agitated; even he had the reason not to feel so。 Finally， they arrived at his house。 Jack hesitated before he picked Liz up。 Her body was very soft， but didn’t make Jack feel a thing。 Figure of another woman kept coming up to his mind， which made him feel numb and unable to think。 After he set the deeply asleep Liz in a bedroom， Jack returned to his room and