Unwanted children

In that spacious living room, soft light poured down on a pair of entwined figures.

Percy Spencer and Hannah Jones were clinging to the couch, their figures mixing to create a slightly out-of-control picture.

Percy Spencer's lips were tinged with hesitation.

Hannah Jones, on the other hand, was fully engaged, as if she wanted to pour all her passion into the sudden kiss.

Although Percy Spencer's eyes showed a hint of reluctance, his mind suddenly became complicated when he caught a glimpse of the familiar figure in the doorway - Lisbeth Dawson.

As if driven by an inexplicable force, he actually began to respond to Hannah Jones in a passive yet subtle way, a fluctuation of emotion that even he couldn't put his finger on.

"What are you doing here?"

Percy Spencer's voice was low and tinged with a few frowns of displeasure as his body slowly pulled away from the unexpected warmth and turned towards Lisbeth Dawson standing in the doorway.

In her eyes, the series of movements amounted to a cold declaration of displeasure at having their secret moment rudely interrupted.

This is despite the fact that Hannah Jones initiated the attack when Percy Spencer was caught unawares.

But in this moment, all the antecedents seemed to become blurred.

He gazed into Lisbeth Dawson's eyes, which had once shone with warmth and understanding, but were now as if they were covered with a layer of frost.

Standing by the door, Lisbeth Dawson felt more panicked than ever, as if she had become a superfluous presence.

In Percy Spencer's gaze, the old tangles and struggles were gone, replaced by an almost cold desperation that made Lisbeth Dawson couldn't help but tremble slightly, "Percy ..."

Percy Spencer's sword brows flicked up, his tone carrying a few hints of sarcasm and disdain:

"Yo, so it's my Lisbeth, what a rarity.

It's been so long since I've seen you, how come, your life has become so wretched?

I remember when you were by my side in the past, you were always so stubborn and unyielding.

Hmph, now it seems that time is indeed a marvellous thing."

In the face of Percy Spencer's taunting, Lisbeth Dawson took a deep breath and tried to calm herself down.

She slowly turned around and tried to speak in the calmest of tones, "Percy, I have a few words that I would like to say to you in private, could you please come out for a moment?"

Between the words, Lisbeth Dawson's voice trembled slightly, revealing her inner turmoil.

But even so, there was a hint of determination in her heart.

She believed that time and the kinship of blood being thicker than water would eventually make all these misunderstandings and interludes a thing of the past.

After all, in this world, there was nothing stronger than the bond between family members.

Percy Spencer had a hint of icy mockery hanging at the corner of his mouth, and his eyes flashed with disdain as he slowly spoke:

"Heh, Lisbeth Dawson, between you and me, are there any unfinished business?

Hannah Jones, is now my lawful wife, if there is anything, you can frankly face her to say.

After all, you are not an outsider in my mind; why so nervous, with your hands clasped and your eyes flashing, could it be that you are attempting to take advantage of my wife's absence to do me wrong?"

Hearing these words, Lisbeth Dawson's eyes instantly reddened, tears slipped down like pearls on a broken string, her voice choked with hurt, "Percy, you really have changed, become strange and cold to me."

Percy Spencer smiled contemptuously, the corner of his lips hooked up a cold arc: "Oh? Then tell me, where exactly have I changed? Perhaps the one who has truly changed is actually you?"

After speaking, he turned his head to look at Hannah Jones on the side, a hint of tacit understanding flashed in his eyes, and he faintly commanded, "Xue'er, let's leave this place, there is no need to entangle ourselves with this kind of boring person again."

Hannah Jones sniffed, the corner of her mouth raised a smug and sharp cold smile, her eyes swept towards Lisbeth Dawson like a blade, her voice full of provocation and ridicule: "Hmph, with you? You think you can compete with me? Simply out of your depth!"

Just when the atmosphere was frozen to the extreme, Lisbeth Dawson violently reached out and tightly tugged on the corner of Percy Spencer's sleeve, tears welling up in her eyes, her voice trembling but resolute: "Percy, I...I'm having your child."At these words, Percy Spencer's figure obviously gave a start, a flash of dismay and complexity in her eyes, the whole person froze in place, not knowing what to do.

Hannah Jones on the side of the face suddenly changed, her gaze as cold as ice, her voice high-pitched and sharp: "What! You are pregnant? Hmph, the seed in your belly, I'm afraid it may not be our Spencer family's bloodline, right? Wandering outside for so long, who knows which wild man left behind the sinful seed, still wanting to let young master Percy innocently take the blame, simply shameless!"

However.

Lisbeth Dawson seemed to be completely immersed in her own world, her eyes passed through the crowd and only focused on Percy Spencer's back, full of expectation and pleading, "Percy, can you...can you still trust me?"

Percy Spencer still had his back to her and gave no response.

At this moment, Hannah Jones approached his ear and whispered a few words, the content of which was hidden, but seemed to be enough to touch Percy Spencer's heartstrings.

He turned around sharply and looked at Lisbeth Dawson with a cold and stern gaze: ''Heh, even if it is really my bloodline, so what? A person with a deep and vicious heart like you doesn't deserve this life at all. Men, take her down for me and send her to the hospital immediately for drainage surgery!"

This order was like the coldest wind in winter, blowing mercilessly and sending shivers down one's spine.