I lost the tip of my pinky a month ago.
Because of this, I even said goodbye to the piano.
But the next second, Henry said, "She must have prenatal check-up records, and her husband must have accompanied her."
He slammed the table and said, "We will split into two teams. Team one, check the hospital records, and the other team stake out at the hospital to see if there are any pregnant women missing."
Hearing these words, a glimmer of hope reignited in my eyes.
There were clues in the hospital, and they could find them as long as they see my name!
When they were about to set off, Daniel suddenly asked, "Isn't Yvette pregnant too? I remember you mentioned that. Why don't you call her and ask if she had any suspicious experiences during her prenatal check-ups?"
Henry's face immediately darkened after hearing this.
After thinking for a moment, he said, "She hasn't had a prenatal check-up at all. As a father, how can I not know about her prenatal check-ups?"
His tone suddenly turned cold, and his eyes were full of disgust.
"She lied to me and didn't even know how to act. Does she think I'm a fool?"
The smile I just had frozen on my face.