"You?"
The man pinched Vanessa's chin with his fat fingers, forcing her to look up at him.
"Didn't you marry that good-for-nothing from the Boyle family with my child? How are you going to serve me? Huh?"
"What can I do?"
Vanessa's expression changed quickly. She suddenly lowered her eyes and looked pitiful.
"You don't want to marry me. And I carried a baby. I have to find someone to marry. What's more, it's not a bad thing to give birth to this child without telling you, is it?"
As soon as she finished speaking, the man's fingers tightened around Vanessa's chin.
The man narrowed his eyes, and his fat face looked ferocious and distorted.
"What? Are you laughing at me for being disabled now?"
"No... no..."
Vanessa was choked, and she was in pain.
She didn't realize it until now.
When she was pregnant, she really wanted to use this child to marry into a rich and powerful family in Washington D.C.