In her lifetime, the person she least wanted to hurt was her elder sister, yet now, the cruel hurt was also caused by her. Ling Chuxia bit her lower lip nearly to the point of drawing blood, "I'm sorry, elder sister, I really am sorry…"
"Why, Xiaxia, why?" Ling Yunshu suddenly reached out and grasped Ling Chuxia's shoulders, her grip unconsciously strong as she squeezed her shoulders, her voice rising involuntarily, "Tell me, why? We had an agreement. When I returned, you were supposed to divorce the young master, how could you...how could you...?" She couldn't even finish her sentence.
A profound sense of guilt gnawed fiercely at Ling Chuxia's heart, twisting it into a tight knot, and with difficulty, she opened her mouth to speak, "Because... Madam demanded that I get pregnant within three months, or else she would have me and Shi Che divorce. But you hadn't returned yet, and I...I just had to get pregnant."
