She started to cry as she begged them. It looked like she was on her last straw.

Ariana also tried her best to help stop the reporters but it was useless.

They were like hungry rats who had finally found a piece of fresh cake. None of them were willing to let it go.

The crowd burst into exclamation again.

“The child! Stop her!"

Ariana raised her head to see that Alina had somehow escaped from the car and ran across the road toward Sarah.

A large truck was driving at full speed, and seemed unable to stop in time.

"No!" Sarah screamed in alarm.

Sarah was paralyzed with fear. Her heart pounded in her chest as she watched in horror as the truck barreled toward Alina.

But in a split second, a small figure raced out, shielding the child in their arms before tumbling into the bushes along the side of the road.

Ariana, who had stepped in to protect Alina, was quick to put one hand on her belly, even as she fell. Her thick clothing cushioned the impact, sparing the life in her belly from any harm.

Cars in the vicinity came to a halt, clearing a path for Ariana and Alina.

Ariana walked to Sarah with Alina in her arms. The child was too frightened to speak. To calm her, Ariana gently stroked Alina's head.

Sarah hugged Alina tightly, tears streaming down her face. She cried out to the reporters, "Stop this! Can't you just leave us alone? I'll leave the show and the entertainment industry, is that enough?"

The ear-splitting roar was like a final plea from a trapped, desperate beast.

The reporters were momentarily hushed, glancing at one another.

Some began to waver, realizing that perhaps they had taken things too far.

"We don't mean to make things difficult for you," one of them muttered.

"We simply want the truth."

Ariana fixed her gaze upon the reporters and spoke firmly.