In the past few days in the United States, Mark Reed has been extremely busy, but today he's absent-minded, and his mood is quite pleasant.
"Janice Clark had a miscarriage."
Mark picked up the milk in front of him, brought it to his lips, his smile widened at the corners of his mouth, and he drank the milk in one gulp, pursing his lips, he handed the glass to Madison Barton.
"Really? When did it happen?"
Madison accepted the glass, asking incredulously.
When they left, everything was fine, how could she suddenly have a miscarriage?
"Today, just now!"
"How could she suddenly miscarry?"
"Who knows, it just happened."
"Oh, Dad must be very upset."
Although she was also repulsed by the arrival of that child, thinking of a life ending like that makes her feel sorry.
"I don't know if he's upset, but Janice Clark's plans didn't work out."
Madison threw an enchanting glance at Mark Reed.
Unexpectedly, he laughed and asked, "Did sand get in your eyes?"
