Chapter 1 Choice and Despair
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In July, the scorching heat burned people in New York amid an irritating hot spell.
But Reina Nichols felt chilly at the door of the study.
Her fair hands trembled as she held her baby bump. Her breathing became ragged and rapid.
The conversation inside continued.
"I didn't expect her to get worse at this critical moment!
"How many more times do you need to draw her blood?" the man asked after taking two deep puffs on his cigarette.
"About three times, but ... we can't keep giving her Reina's blood. The patient needs bone marrow transplantation as soon as possible!"
As a doctor, Briar Clayton felt obliged to urge Patrick Wilkerson to make a choice.
Briar said, "But if you opt for the surgery, you will be very likely to lose your baby.
"Even if you manage to keep it, the fetus will grow into a deformed child or a retard due to the drug. Reina's life will be at risk. Think about it."
Here came a moment of silence.
Reina looked nervously at Patrick through the crack in the door. He had a serious face.
Patrick pressed his cigarette butt into the ashtray. She had never seen such a cold look in his eyes before. He hesitated for a while and said, "Get the surgery done."
He added indifferently, "Do it as soon as possible."
Hearing this, Reina was so shocked that she started to tremble violently.
Disturbed, she could not hear their conversation anymore.
After taking a deep breath, she turned around and ran back to her room. She slammed the door shut and locked it.
She rushed into the bathroom and tore off her pajamas. With difficulty, she looked into the mirror from the back.
Reina got needle marks all over her back, and there were also glaring green patches around the marks, which were caused by the poor press after the nurse pulled out the needle!
"Oh..."
She covered her mouth in horror and sobbed.
Since Reina was pregnant, she had never taken a bath herself. Patrick had always bathed her. She had never thought of looking at her back!
His abnormal behavior during this period came to her mind and tears... She couldn't stop crying.
It turned out that his love and care for her were all fake!
No wonder Reina always felt tired lately and slept very soundly at night.
It turned out that it was because after she fell asleep every night, the nurse came to draw her blood!
It turned out that he didn't marry her for love!
He only wanted her blood and her life instead!
Reina held her baby bump. She was nine months pregnant now.
The baby would see the world soon.
Reina would never allow anyone to hurt her baby!
...
In the evening, at the dining table.
Patrick had a calm look on his face as usual, and the cold look Reina had seen in the study was gone.
He personally served her a plate of soup.
"You are weak. Drink it. It's nutritious."
Since they got married, he had always given her orders, and she seemed to have long been used to obeying.
Reina paused, holding a fork.
She looked at Patrick. They had been married for two years. At that moment, his gentleness was like poison to her.
She gasped!
He decided that they wouldn't keep the baby.
Reina suddenly stood up.
She dropped the plate of soup.
It fell to the ground and broke apart like their marriage.
The soup splashed and stained Patrick's trousers!
Patrick stood there looking at her. The next second, anger gleamed in his eyes, but he soon suppressed it.
He patiently stroked her forehead. "Are you feeling unwell? Do you want me to call Briar over?"
"So that Briar can draw my blood, right?" Reina asked.
As soon as she finished speaking, the room became quiet.
Reina bit her lower lip, and tears welled up in her eyes as she glared at Patrick.
She was waiting for him to give her an explanation!
However, in the next second, he grabbed her collar. There was no explanation but a brutal response.
Patrick dragged her closer.
The gentleness in his voice was gone. He became spiteful and asked, "You know it?"
He tightened his grip on her neck.
"Then you should also know that you can only do as I say."
Of course, she never got to choose when with him!
The Wilkerson family was very rich and powerful!
Patrick ran the Wilkerson family business empire!
No one had ever dared to stop him from doing what he wanted to do, and no one could stop him.
Reina's empty eyes met his cold eyes. Her tears kept streaming down her cheeks.
She was a little out of breath, looking at his angular face. What an ice-cold man.
With his hand around her neck, she could still breathe. For some reason, she felt so hurt.
Patrick saw her pale face and frowned. He let go of her and said with a sullen face, "Since you already know, how do you want me to make it up to you? I will do my best to satisfy you."
Patrick loosened his grip and left, without looking back at her, who was leaning against the wall and slowly sliding down.
Make it up to me?
Reina closed her eyes, so no one could see the sadness in her eyes.
She wondered if he had been using her from the start.
Her lips trembled numbly. "Tell me! Who is she?"
Reina wondered, who made you abandon your wife and baby? Who exactly is she?
Why are you so obsessed with her?
Patrick stopped and frowned as if he didn't know how much Reina wanted an answer from him.
But he ignored the question.
"The operation will be in three days. Think about what you want."
Patrick left without looking back.
He would try his best to give her what she wanted.
Reina should bother to ask for something Patrick couldn't give her.
The moment he closed the door, Reina opened her empty eyes and sank to the ground in despair...
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