Chapter 11 Whose Child Was He?

"Au... " Sandra was crawling on the washing counter, throwing up, until her eyes were red, her body was weak, leaning against the wall and falling onto the floor. The stirring continued in her stomach. A thought suddenly came to her mind. In the clinic, the doctor was skillfully writing the diagnosis. "Being pregnant for 7 weeks. The fetus was slightly unstable, which need to be taken care of. Do you lose quite some blood recently?" Sandra nodded in silence. After the clinic, the sunshine was so bright to blaze her eyes. Her thin fingers were touching her belly, trembling. She could feel her heart was throbbing. It was hard to imagine a tiny life was conceived there... Her baby with Clinton. She should tell him about it. When she was going downstairs, she almost fell down as her mind was elsewhere. Her body was slanting and fell into warm and stable arms in a second. A clear and clean sound came into her ear. "Sandra, be careful." She looked up to see his streamlined ch