"Warren, I don't want to drink drug abortion. Please let go of the child in my stomach…"

Joyce supported her stomach of first trimester and knelt humbly on the floor. She kept kowtowing heavily to the hard floor, her eyes red and swollen with tears.

The doctor said that she is in poor health. If she gives up this child, it is very likely that she will never be able to conceive again. Therefore, she must protect this child…

"Drink this fetal medicine. Other than Janice, no one else is worthy of giving birth to my child! Especially you, Joyce, who has the heart of a snake and scorpion!"

However, Warren Lewis did not soften his heart because of her crying and pleading. He spoke coldly.

Beside him was a bowl of pitch—black medicinal soup with an unpleasant smell.

"No, Warren, I didn't push Janice downstairs to cause her miscarriage. She fell because of her own. Believe me…"

Joyce knelt and walked forward with her knees. She hugged the man's long legs and cried.

"Even now, you are still arguing that you caused the death of Janice and me!"

In the next moment, the man's big hand fiercely grabbed the woman's chin, forcing her to raise her head.

When his gaze met her red and swollen eyes, Warren's heart twitched, but in the end, he cruelly pushed the pill to Joyce's mouth.

"Drink!"

"No… no, Warren, this is also your child…"

Before she could finish her sentence, Warren had already forcibly accustomed the medicinal soup to her mouth.

A bitter smell pervaded her mouth. Even though Joyce kept resisting, she still swallowed a lot of medicinal soup.

"Warren… what are you doing? Don't do this to Joyce…"

At this time, a figure walked into the villa. Janice, who was wearing a white chiffon dress, coquettishly advised.

"Janice, you're too kind. Don't be fooled by this disgusting woman. She's pretending to be pitiful now, but she can't hide the viciousness in her bones!"

Warren threw away Joyce's jaw in disgust and threw aside the bowl of soup that had already reached its bottom.

"Warren, don't say that about Joyce… I once lost a child. I know this kind of pain, so there's no need for Joyce to endure it again."

As she spoke, Janice's eyes suddenly became sparkling and pitiful.

However, Joyce, who was kneeling on the ground, couldn't care less about appreciating Janice's hypocrisy. She turned around and reached her fingers into her throat, trying to take out the soup that she had ingested.

She spat out a mouthful of soup when she felt disgusted.

Even though it was very uncomfortable and painful, she was still delighted that the pill had been spat out.

Warren didn't want this child, but she did.

Joyce got up from the ground and ran out in a panic. She wanted to escape…

At the side, Janice seemed to have seen through her thoughts. She hurriedly walked forward and blocked her path. "Joyce, are you alright? It's so late, where are you going?"

"I don't want you to care!" Joyce didn't want to entangle herself with her, she just wanted to leave as soon as possible, and pushed away Janice who was blocking her path without the slightest hesitation.

Originally, it was just a light push, but the next second, a scream could be heard.

"Ah, it hurts…"

Joyce looked back in shock and saw Janice powerlessly fall to the side, her forehead smashing into the corner of the table and blood spewing out.

"Janice, you're really shameless. Are you going to frame me again? Time and time again, aren't you tired?"

Joyce frowned and shouted at Janice.

"Joyce, shut up. You're the shameless one!" Warren roared coldly. After he finished roaring, he immediately rushed over and helped Janice up. His eyes were filled with obvious heartache. "Janice, are you alright? I'll take you to the hospital!"

"Warren Lewis, do you think I pushed her on purpose again?"

Joyce took a deep breath and her heart ached.

"Joyce, it's a shame that Janice was still speaking up for you just now. You are not worthy of my forgiveness."

Warren bent down, picked up Janice's bleeding forehead, and walked out with his long legs.

"Yeah, you've always believed in her, not me, even if…"

Even if she had saved him in that car accident and exchanged one of her kidneys for him, he still didn't believe it. He had always believed that Janice had saved him.

Warren had already arrived at the door of the villa. He stubbornly instructed his bodyguard, "Capture that woman, take her to the hospital, and dig out her uterus. I want to see how she will carry a child in the future!"