marry me

Bella's POV: I continued, "But you don't have to worry. I won't keep bothering you!" "What do you mean? Am I irresponsible? Or can't I bear the responsibility?" Herbert seemed to be angry. I stared at him, and my mood became complicated again. Why was he so excited? "To take responsibility?" The responsibility in his mouth, what exactly was he talking about? He couldn't take responsibility? What was the most important thing in his body now? Money? Yes, he was rich. So he planned to give me money to have an abortion? The next moment, I immediately covered my stomach and squatted down. "Ouch!" "What's wrong with you?" Herbert asked. "My belly hurts a little. Hurry up and push a wheelchair over. I'm going to see the see-GYN department!" I frowned. "I'll carry you." Herbert stepped forward and was about to carry her. I quickly waved my hand. "I don't want you to hug me. What if..." What if you hurt your child? I didn't say the last half of the sentence. After all, a man who wanted me to ha