Victor Bennett’s body jerked violently, his face woodenly staring at some unknown point, lost.
He couldn’t come back to his senses for a long while.
His mind was filled with that phrase: She’s pregnant...
How could it be so soon?
"Didn’t they just get engaged not long ago?" Victor Bennett’s voice was hoarse.
"Yes, they were together before getting engaged."
Bella Green didn’t hide anything; some things are better said clearly.
If Victor Bennett keeps being this way, who knows what will happen later.
It’s better to be straightforward from the start.
Victor Bennett’s breathing was a bit chaotic, as if he couldn’t control his emotions.
Bella Green looked at him and didn’t speak for a long time.
Now, it’s too late to say anything.
Joanna Ramsey is already pregnant and engaged; no matter what, they are impossible...
"Victor Bennett, you were the one who said you didn’t like her. Now she’s about to get married, and you shouldn’t do anything inappropriate."
Bella Green warned in a deep voice.
Victor Bennett suddenly laughed, turned around, and looked at Bella Green, his face full of amusement.
"Do you think I like her?"
Bella Green remained expressionless.
That all-seeing gaze made Victor Bennett unable to keep laughing.
"I don’t like her. Whoever she marries has nothing to do with me."
"That’s for the best." She’s said all she could say, whether he listens or not is beyond her control.
After Bella Green left, Victor Bennett felt as if he had deflated, leaning powerlessly against the bay window.
His eyes were red, a dense pain spreading from his heart to his entire body.
Beside him, the phone that had been carelessly thrown there rang.
Victor Bennett looked at the number, expressionless, even a bit cold.
After answering, he lazily pressed the speaker button.
"Young Master, Fiona Grantham insists on seeing you."
A chilling aura gathered between Victor Bennett’s brows, starkly different from the carefree, guileless Victor Bennett of before.
Not hearing a response from Victor Bennett, the person on the other end was somewhat apprehensive: "She applied for release to protect her pregnancy."
Hearing those words, it was like Victor Bennett’s heart was brutally punched.
"Ha, haha..." The man chuckled, but his face twisted terrifyingly.
"Protect the pregnancy?"
As the words fell, the opposite end suddenly grew noisy, and then the person on the phone changed.
"Victor, please take me out quickly, our child can’t be in trouble."
Fiona Grantham was still the same, best at showing her most vulnerable side to Victor Bennett.
But the man’s heart was no longer soft...
"Fiona Grantham, do you really need to remind me of how disgusting the things I did back then were?"
The voice on the other end paused, afterward, Fiona Grantham’s voice suddenly turned sharp, no longer soft as before.
"Victor Bennett, the child in my belly is yours; can you really ignore your own flesh and blood? How can you be so cold-blooded?"
The words Victor Bennett hated hearing most were his own flesh and blood.
If it weren’t for Fiona Grantham, could he have stopped the engagement before it happened?
Was there even a slight chance...
Victor Bennett was a bit lost, his dry eyes now somewhat moist.
"Give the phone to Adrian Johnson."
Fiona Grantham wanted to say something more, but the phone was already snatched away.
"Take her to the hospital and get rid of the child."
There was silence on the other end before speaking: "The prison doctor examined her. She was tormented terribly in jail, and the child was barely preserved. If it’s removed, Fiona Grantham’s body may not hold up..."
A trace of disgust flashed in Victor Bennett’s eyes, and suddenly he smiled, malicious and fierce.
"If she can’t hold up, then they can just die together..."