"Excuse me, is this Mr. George Deng?" The voice of a man came from the other end of the line.

George was stunned for a moment. "Yes, it's me. And you are...?"

"Do you happen to know Ms. Grace Zhuang? Can you please tell me your relationship with her?" The man barraged George with a series of questions. George frowned and asked, "Who the hell are you? What do you want from me?"

"This is the police station. She jumped into a river and committed suicide. Her body is in the station right now. We've checked her mobile phone, but she didn't have any relatives. You're the last person she contacted, so—"

"What did you say?" George felt like the sky collapsed. "Is she really dead?"

"We don't joke about important matters, Mr. Deng. We need you to come to the police station to verify the identity of the body and provide a statement."

At first, George thought that Grace was just spouti

ays. I think it's because of my stomach. I'll go to the hospital tomorrow and get examined. I'm fine."

Barton glanced at her and said, "Jean, how long has this been going on?"

"About a week now. Don't worry. I'm fine," Jean answered with a smile.

Barton frowned and asked, "Are you pregnant? Didn't you use condoms when you were with Terence?"

"Pregnant?" Jean was stunned by what she heard. She and Terence weren't that intimate. How could she get pregnant?

She was dazed for a moment. She checked the time and date, and realized that her period was late.

Jean started to panic. If the child was George's, then...

'No, that's impossible.'

Jean shook her head and drove this absurd idea out of her mind. It was impossible.

"Dad, don't talk nonsense. That's impossible." Although that was what she said, her mind was a complete mess.

If what Barton said was true, then...