142. Fires of Weeds

"Why should I tell you?" She looked at him while wiping her tears.

"That is my child." He gritted his teeth in irritation.

"No, it isn't. This is my child."She said firmly.

"Jane… Don't mess with me. Now, I am not going to let you marry Prince Cato."

He turned back to leave. Jane Dover held his arm in fright, "No… No, you are not going to do this. Please…"

He grabbed her shoulders, "You are pregnant with my child. Do you know what it means? Do you still want to marry him and deny the truth that…"

He frowned and turned back in irritation, "Whatever you have given me to date, I have accepted it all, be it hatred or sympathy. But now I will not accept any of your stubbornness. Because now, my child is in your stomach." He was firm and clear in his decision. Jane Dover lowered her head.

"I agree. Everything you said is true. I have always ignored your feelings."

"I couldn't ask you the reason..."