The child in her womb was merely her final bargaining chip to escape from Si Yuheng.
Only after giving birth and handing the baby over to him could she truly start a new life. He would never come after her again.
Jiayi was about to speak, but Liang Anya had already regained her composure. It seemed she didn't want to dwell on this topic, so she picked up the tiny baby clothes she had brought and began inspecting them.
The baby clothes were soft and pink, incredibly adorable. Yet as Liang Anya looked at them, her gaze darkened again. She put the baby clothes down.
What's the point of them looking so pretty?
Maybe, she wouldn't even get to see the child dressed in these baby clothes.
The moment the baby was born, he might be taken away by people from Beiming Hall to A Country, never belonging to her again.
As for her, the surrogate mother who bore the heir for Beiming Hall, once her task was completed, she'd be discarded without a second thought.
