"I also don't want to be like this!" Carol Wright began to cry: "I'm very sad too, do you think that it's so easy for me to make such a decision? If I really had to be so cold—blooded, I would have already killed the child long ago. William Walton, you let me down. In the future, you don't have to worry about my affairs anymore. You just have to properly live a happy little life with your Miss Green. I hope that when it's late at night, you will never ever think of those words that you once said to me. I wish you happy."
After she finished speaking, she directly hung up the phone.
A few minutes later, his phone rang.
It was The butler.
He picked up the phone, the butler said: "Mr. Walton, just now, Second Madam left while crying. No matter how hard I tried to persuade her, she was not willing to stay."
"Call the driver and ask him to take her back to Jack's place."
"But … Second Madam insisted on walking alone. "
William Walton said in a deep voice as he walked to the window.
"Send someone to follow her. I will send Jack Walton to pick her up."
"Alright, Lord Third."
Hanging up, William Walton found Jack Walton and called him.
"Jack Walton, I know about the pregnancy, this is a child of our Walton family, it is your child, she must give birth, you don't have the right to give in."
"She told you?"
"She didn't tell me, but told Laura. Laura just told me."
"But she seems very determined."
"If she doesn't give birth to this child, then she doesn't have the qualifications to stay in our Walton family. Regarding this matter, she doesn't dare make the decision, so you shouldn't always go along with her. Didn't you always want a child? Whether it's coaxing or scaring, this child, she must give birth. "
"William, you … Do you hate me?"
"What are you talking about? Don't bring it up again. What is in the past is in the past. You should cherish each other well. Now, I also have someone that I want to protect for the rest of my life. Jack Walton, you should go and pick up her first. There are some things that you need to slowly discuss among yourselves."
"Alright."
William Walton hung up and stood by the window.
He took out a cigarette and lit it up.
Just as he put his cigarette to his lips, the kitchen door opened.
She showed her head: "William Walton, tonight..."
Seeing him smoking, she walked out of the kitchen and stood in front of him.
She took the cigarette out of his hand, pinched it out, and threw it into the corner.
She looked at him with displeasure in her eyes.
William Walton was puzzled: "What's wrong?"
"I know that your beloved woman is pregnant and the child isn't yours. You're very sad, but no matter how sad you are, what has happened has already happened. Since you can't change, why must you use this method to numb yourself?"
"Which way?"
She pointed to the cigarette butts on the floor and said, "My mother smoked three or four packs of cigarettes a day during her later years of depression. Smoking, she said, would make her forget her pain for a while. That's why our house was cloudy every day. When I see people smoking, I will always think of my mother's depressed look, so if you want to smoke in the future, go somewhere I can't see, what I hate the most is others smoking. "
