Killian kicked me in the stomach, and I fell to the ground vomiting a mouthful of blood, my face pale with pain.
Tatiana suddenly took a few steps back in fear and swayed her body backwards.
Even though she did not even get a scratch on her skin, Timothee, who was running over, stepped on my hand and immediately hugged her in his arms, his eyes full of worry. "Tatiana, how are you? Are you hurt anywhere?"
She cried out in pain while looking at me with tears in her eyes and saying, "Annabelle, I know I'm sorry for you. I just want to apologize to you and wish you and Timothee the best. Why did you hurt me? You know I just got pregnant not long ago."
"No matter how much you hate me, the child is innocent."
She held his hand and whispered in his surprised eyes. "Timothee, this child is ...."
She lowered her eyes shyly, seeming to want to say something but stopping herself, but her meaning was very clear.
Unexpectedly, Timothee was not as excited as she had imagined. He just looked at her with an unclear expression.