Baron Lawrence grabbed the collar of the first expert who came out, forcing him closely, "How is she?"
The expert was lifted up like a little chick and was startled, stammering while holding his notebook, "Ba-Baron, President Lawrence..."
"I asked you how she is!" Baron Lawrence furrowed his brow, his entire presence exuding a violent aura, his cold gaze seeming to tear people apart.
The expert's face turned paler with fear, his mouth racing ahead of his brain, "Oh, oh, oh, Mrs. Lawrence is fine. She's just one month pregnant. She was stimulated earlier, causing significant emotional fluctuations, and the fetus is slightly unstable. We've already called for a gynecological expert to come over and administered a dose of tocolytic drugs to Mrs. Lawrence. She's currently resting. It will be fine as long as she's careful when she wakes up."
His words carried a congratulatory tone, but he didn't notice the veins bulging on the hand of the man clutching his collar.
