Chapter 3 whose child?

Max Andrews drove to the hospital with the two marriage certificates properly placed in the innermost layer of the bag. There were a lot of people sitting in the ward, Ava Andrews' parents, old Mr. Andrews was there, and Alex Brock was sitting closest to Ava Andrews, and from Max Andrews' point of view, they were literally snuggling together. Max Andrews stood outside the door, watching quietly for a moment, picking her fingers on the wall until blood came out of her fingertips, and then she took a deep breath and knocked twice on the door. The people in the room looked up together and saw her with different expressions. There were tears and smiles on Ava Andrews' face, and she was very charming. Max Andrews walked in and put a nice little gift box on the bedside. "Ava, congratulations, this is my gift for my child." The gift was immediately slapped away, and the middle-aged woman's face was full of anger and looked hateful. "Max Andrews, you have to be shameless!"! Divorce Alex! Max Andrews crouched down, picked up the bracelet that had fallen out and put it back in the gift box. He took his time blowing the dust on the velvet and then said, "Aunt, how can you get divorced just after marriage?"? Flash marriage is not so fast, and I cherish this marriage very much. My aunt should know better than I do that it's better to destroy a temple than to tear down a marriage. With a snap, Max Andrews was caught off guard by a slap, which hit him hard and immediately filled his mouth with a smell of blood. Max Andrews covered his face and said lightly, "This wedding gift from my aunt is really special." "Sure enough, it's something born by a mother but not taught by a mother!" Max Andrews' expression went cold. He suddenly looked at Alex Brock, who had been watching the play, and smiled with grievance. "Husband, do you want them to bully me?" In the hospital bed, Ava Andrews turned pale and resisted the name. Alex Brock lifted his eyelids and said lightly, "Ava wants to settle the fetus. You are an eyesore here." Hearing this, Ava Andrews stroked her stomach and smiled defiantly at Max Andrews. “Max，”old Mr. Andrews sighed. "You go ahead." Max Andrews made no more noise, glanced at Alex Brock, and went out. She did not leave the hospital, out of the single ward, the smile on her face can no longer hang, the mouth tightly pursed into a line. There was a window at the end of the corridor, and Max Andrews looked down in the wind, his mind a little confused. "Can't stand it?" Max Andrews looks back and sees Alex Brock. "Max Andrews, this is a second chance. If you choose to divorce, it's not too late." His words were kinder than yesterday because Ava Andrews was having a baby? He can't wait to marry her? "You want this child?" "Why not?" Alex Brock said without hesitation, and then warned her in a dangerous tone, "If you dare to hit the child, I will make your life worse than death." Max Andrews felt a pin-prick pain in his heart, but the corners of his mouth rose. "Well, Ava is at ease to have a baby. I don't care about being a stepmother." Without waiting for Alex Brock to speak, he lowered his head and took out a red marriage certificate from his bag and handed it to him. "This one is yours." Alex Brock knocked off her hand and sneered, "Stepmother?"? You really have a face. He turned around and stepped on the red marriage certificate, whether deliberately or unintentionally. Max Andrews picked it up, pinched his sleeve and carefully wiped the dust off it. She blew the wind for a long time before she was ready to leave, but she met Ava Andrews who came to block people. "Cousin." Ava Andrews smiled triumphantly. "I'm already pregnant with Alex's child. Why are you pestering him like this regardless of face?"? Alex doesn't love you. Didn't Grandpa teach us to be self-aware when we were young? Max Andrews looked at her without saying a word. When she saw Ava Andrews' hair on her back, she curled the corners of her mouth and said in a bad tone, "This melon, I'm going to twist it." After a pause, he leaned close to her ear and said softly, "Grandpa also taught us that if we want to be unknown, we should not do it ourselves. Ava Andrews, I know very well whose child you are carrying." Ava Andrews' face was suddenly white.