Billionaire's Reborn Baby novel Chapter 1032

Harold immediately rushed to hug Stephanie. "I am responsible for it. Don't cry. It's okay."

"What are you responsible for?" Stephanie sobbed.

Harold hugged her tightly and was about to speak. But he turned his head and saw that there was only a red line on the pregnancy test kit on the floor.

He looked down, picked up a kit, and took a closer look.

He heard that Stephanie said, "I'm not pregnant. So you don't need to take responsibility."

Harold looked at her. In the past half month, she had lost a lot of weight and her face had become a lot more haggard. He raised his hand to wipe away her tears. "Why are you crying?"

Stephanie saw that the towel wrapped around his hand was blood red. "What happened to your hand?" She looked back and asked in a daze, "You broke my door? How did you get in?"

"The window. I'm fine," Harold said simply, looking down at his hand.

Stephanie stood up. "Did you know that I live here?"

"Yes."

Stephanie no longer asked any more questions and turned to leave.

"Why are you crying?" Harold asked as he grabbed her arm.

He stubbornly wanted to know the answer.

"I do not know." Stephanie's face was extremely pale. She probably caught a cold at night. And she vomited a few times in the morning. She felt that her body seemed to have been hollowed out. She almost exhausted all her strength when she was nervously waiting for the pregnancy test result. So she felt it was hard to stand up from the ground.

"Why don't you go meet him?" Harold asked, looking at her.

Stephanie raised her head. "Who is he?"

"John," Harold said.

"Why should I meet him?" Stephanie asked in confusion.

Harold looked at her in silence.

Stephanie misunderstood his meaning. "Do you want me to meet him? And then am I with him again?"

"It's not what I want," Harold said.

"Why did you ask such a question?" Stephanie asked.

Harold was silent.

Stephanie sighed tiredly. "Off you go. I'm tired and want to rest."

The towel in Harold's hand fell to the ground. Harold's right hand was covered in blood, and the blood beads were dripping down.

Stephanie looked at his hand. She felt sorry but didn't move.

Harold followed her gaze and looked down, saying, "I'll clean it."

Stephanie looked up and wanted to say something. But she did not speak when she looked in Harold's eyes.

He had always been dull and loyal. But at that very moment, his eyes appeared red.

"What's the matter?" It was the first time she saw Harold like this.

Harold suddenly asked, "Why were you crying when you ate fish that day?"

"Did you see me?" Stephanie asked and her heart missed a beat.

Harold was silent, just waiting for her answer.

He knew that she lived here. But he never came to meet her.

Stephanie looked down at the bright red on the white floor tiles. She unconsciously pinched her palm. "I don't know. I forgot it."

"Wendy," Harold called her name.

Stephanie raised her head to look at him.

"If you went to him, I wouldn't follow you," Harold said softly.

Stephanie trembled slightly. She felt wronged and her eyes were extremely hot. She was like a stubborn child, tightly pursing her lips and not speaking.