I thought he had matured in a few years, but he was no different from before.
My nod seemed to irritate him. He grabbed my wrist and pulled me directly to the room. "Who allowed you to get married?!"
I twisted my eyebrows, carefully protecting my belly, and stared at him: "Are you crazy?!"
"I asked you how dare you get married?!" He looked down at my stomach, and his expression became a little ferocious. "Still pregnant?! Whose bastard?"
"Mark Collins!"
He pushed hard against my body, his hand fell on my stomach, and he slowly increased his strength to pinch my stomach. I panicked and pushed him desperately: "What are you crazy about?!"
"While I was studying abroad, you married a wild man? Hmm? Think I will let you go like this?"
I can't understand his anger. He bullied me since he was a child, he also encouraged others to isolate me, laughed at me as a bastard without a father and mother, and scolded me .