"If you don't speak, I'll find out myself." Seeing Lily refusing to talk, Aidan Lucas pushed her onto the bed and pressed down on her fiercely.
He forcefully pinned her to the hospital bed, one hand grasping her chin and lifting her pale face.
The man's stunningly handsome features loomed before her eyes, his face so close that their noses almost touched.
Yet, this time, the tenderness of the past was gone.
The cold, merciless threat spilled from his mouth.
"The doctor just now surely knows... It's just a pity, the old lady isn't young anymore; I don't know if she can withstand such turmoil."
"You… you can't…"
Dr. Collins was a good person; she shouldn't be dragged into this mess.
Finally, Lily opened her mouth, but it was to plead for someone else.
The man's deep black pupils darkened with storm clouds, and even his perfect face became distorted with rage.
"Why not? You're carrying my child, so I can't be hard on you, but I can be on someone else."