Chapter 89 The Press Is Like A Rabid Dog

This sentence hit the deepest taboo in Aurora Sinclair's heart. Her expression immediately turned ugly, and the anger seemed to gather in her chest with a tangible form, just waiting for an order to gush out completely. Luna Moretti saw her expression and thought she had hit the mark. She proudly raised her head and seemed to sigh pitifully, "It's really a pity for you. What's the use of having a child? Who knows who Ryan Miller was thinking of when he was sleeping with you? Let me guess, Sofia Moretti? Hahaha."