Chapter 12: She Was Just a Pawn After All
Alva reacted extremely quickly and rolled to the side to avoid
the kick.
Verne froze, then looked up at Uriah on the second floor, “President Irwin, this wife of yours is unusually strong.”
He looked at Alva with a sinister glint in his eyes, “But that’s okay. I have all the time in the world to play with her today.”
After saying that, he strode toward Alva.
But Alva was already on her feet, rushing toward the people surrounding her.
The only way she could leave was to push them away.
But soon her hair was grabbed.
Verne threw her to the ground.
The blow was so hard that Alva collapsed on the ground.
But when she fell, she protected her stomach with both hands.
Even so, the moment she lay on the ground, a searing pain came from her stomach.
Her child…
Her beloved child…
Verne stomped on her hand, “You think you can protect it by
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covering your stomach like that?”
“Impossible. Unless President Irwin opens his mouth, I’ll… Hiss!”
Alva sat up abruptly and bit his leg.
Verne’s face instantly grimaced as he kicked Alva in the stomach.
“Ugh!”
Alva curled up.
Blood quickly trickled down between her legs.
Verne lifted up his pants and a row of bright red teeth marks could be seen on his left leg from which blood was trickling down.
“Heh, she’s more than strong. She’s wild.”
The next moment, his legs greeted Alva’s stomach.
Alva held her stomach tightly as the pain spread from her belly to her whole body.
It hurts. It hurts.
Like her flesh was being torn apart.
She looked up at the impassive man sitting on the second floor and opened her mouth, “Uriah, this is your child. He’s over four months old and taking shape…”
“He moves in my belly. He’s sensible, obedient, and never argues with me. He’s a really good child. I beg of you, please
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let him live…”
“You can punish me any way you want. All I ask is that you let this child live. Even if you want me to die, Uriah…”
He picked up the wine glass and lightly swirled it. The red wine in the glass wrapped around his slender white hand like red silk. Such was his indifference.
It seemed like everything down there had nothing to do with
him.
Alva’s tears streamed down her face.
She knew he wouldn’t care. If he cared, he would have
interfered long ago.
Yet, she still hoped.
This was his bloodline, his flesh and blood.
“Uriah, I’m begging you. For the sake of our one–year marriage, spare our child. I beg you…”
Bella frowned. She looked over at Uriah and stood up, “Verne, you’ve done enough.”
Verne finally stopped, but there was already a pool of blood under Alva. The light of the chandelier reflecting off of it was blinding to the eyes.
“Bella, it’s not like you to be so kind.“”
Bella’s expression was colder than absolute zero, “I don’t need you to interfere in my business!”
So saying, she quickly ran downstairs. She made a call and
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started saying, “Get over here. Send…”
But the words were barely out of her mouth when Verne snatched her phone away.
“Verne!” snapped Bella.
Verne curled his lips and looked up at Uriah, “Our President Irwin hasn’t even said anything. What’s your hurry?”
“Verne, I’m telling you, don’t you get ahead of yourself!”
“I’m getting ahead of myself? I’m just helping you. Who doesn’t know that President Irwin’s heart belongs to you? He married this woman just to make you change your mind. Now that this woman is pregnant with his child, if he doesn’t settle it properly, how can you live with that?”
“Isn’t that right, oh great and mighty President Irwin?”
Alva shuddered and her eyes widened in shock at the second floor.
At this moment, all of her pain disappeared and the surrounding space seemed to distort. Everything seemed so far away, save for the only person in her line of sight.
Uriah, is that true?
Am I just a pawn for you to get your beloved one back?
