Chapter 18 Return my child to me
He didn't even look back when he said this.
Amanda's brain and heart were in a state of chaos, but her body miraculously became calmer.
On the way here, she anticipated this scene and also thought about how to deal with such a question.
On the way, she didn't think out the most appropriate answer. At this moment, Amanda realized that she still didn't have an answer.
What is there to say? Faced with the threat of deprivation of the right to be a mother, she believed that no woman will be under control.
It's just that there was no need to inflict that doctor. If Steven knew the truth, he will never let go of anyone who made that scam.
Amanda looked at the back of his head, and her right hand, which had been tucked in her pocket, rubbed that hard object a few times.
She slowly approached Steven, silently.
Steven turned his back to her, but it seemed to have eyes on the back of her head, one second when she walked to his side, he looked up and met her eyes accurately: "Your uterus was born deformed? Then how did you give birth to a baby with Joe?"
Amanda's words that reached her lips suddenly stuck in her mouth. She was a little surprised, but she concealed her emotions very well and didn't show it on her face.
Steven thought that Yoyo was her and Joe's child...
Amanda breathed a sigh of relief unexpectedly.
This is also good, it can save a lot of trouble.
Steven's sharp eyes remained on her face, she knew that he was observing her reaction.
Amanda curled her eyebrows, showing a bit of impatience, and said coldly: "I don't remember the past, and I don't want to think about it. Now, you and I are irrelevant, give my child back to me, and I promise that we will never show up in front of you again."
The impatience on her face unabashedly preached, and the answer was to avoid the crucial point. Steven sneered in his heart, his phoenix eyes narrowed slightly, and his voice finally brought a bit of sullenness: "What if I don't?"
With the short five words, the atmosphere in the living room suddenly changed, and all the mild illusions that were originally disguised were torn away, and the surface calm was lifted, revealing what was already a stormy sea.
Amanda looked around the living room quietly. There were not many rooms on the first floor, but the few closed doors on the second floor were doubtful.
Time has passed for a long time, and if she couldn’t see Yoyo for one more second, she will have extra anxiety in her heart.
It was unknown when a thin layer of sweat appeared on the palms of her palms. Amanda's eyes fell on the man's face on the sofa again, then she said word by word in a slow and low voice: "Then don't blame me for being impolite. "
As if he had heard some joke, Steven chuckled lightly, so that he could sit in his leisurely posture to show his contempt: "How can you be impolite?"
As soon as his voice fell, he saw Amanda's sudden movement in front of him.
The vigilance he had trained in the army made Steven stand up subconsciously, his muscles tightened and he was ready to defend.
Looking at it again, he saw that there was a black object in Amanda's hand, which was held up against him.
That was a pistol.
The dark glow in the bottom of Steven's eyes shuddered slightly, and his gaze crossed the black hole and shot directly onto Amanda's face. There was no fear on his face, only some inaudible surprises.
"Return my child to me."
Amanda took a deep breath, her face was calm terrifyingly, but only she knew that her hand holding the gun was shaking uncontrollably, and the gun body had been covered with a warm hand, but it still looked like a piece of ice, making her feel cold to the bottom of her heart through her skin.
Steven pursed his lips, and even though he could see the gun in her hand, there was not much reaction.
Didn't believe she will shoot, did he? He underestimated her, underestimated a mother's determination to save her child by all means.
Amanda sneered and slowly raised her other hand, holding her gun at Steven's heart.
Looking at his silent face, her voice was calm and almost indifferent, and she said again: "Give Yoyo back to me, otherwise I will shoot. You taught me, as long as I open the safety latch..."
Her hand moved with the words.
Steven stared at her, his tall figure turned against the light, his eyes did not contain any temperature, as if he was looking at an inanimate object.
After a long time, with a ‘click’ on the gun’s body, his cold voice finally sounded: "Really? Then you shoot."