Looking at him walk away, I sighed. After everything that had happened, this was the best outcome.
"Miss Brown, aren't you afraid that Mr. Thomson will hate you?" A low and old voice came from the doorway. It was Mr. Cotton. He walked in and read my medical record in his hand. ''This child is also Mr. Thomson's. I see you've managed to deceive him this time, but what about the next time? Everlasting secrets don't exist.''
I smiled and sat up. I took the medical record from him and looked at it. "There won't be a next time, Mr. Cotton. Thank you for your cooperation!"
After putting the medical record into my bag, I was about to get out of bed, but was stopped by Mr. Cotton. He looked at me and said, "You have to stick to your act. Women who have had a miscarriage don't get out of bed in
