Chapter 212

Dorothy let out a soft laugh, nodding her head but her eyes remained cold and distant. "If you see nothing wrong with this, then you better start praying. Pray that my brother will really take you as his bride." Mia had confidence written all over her face, believing that Dorothy was merely prejudiced against her. "Michael will surely marry me. I still remember that night, his braveness when he was on top of my body. We've already been so close, how can we not end up married? Perhaps, I am already carrying a child of the Arnold family in my abdomen."