Chapter 351: Chapter 350: There must be a child between us
"Edward Stephens, how can you be so self-righteous?"
"What makes you think that just because you’re good to me, I have to stay by your side? What makes you think you can control me for a lifetime!"
She hated him to death.
Hated him so much she almost wanted to kill.
Thinking about how she was unknowingly manipulated to this point, like a frog being boiled, ending up pregnant with a child that never should have existed.
She couldn’t accept it.
If even her own flesh and blood could be calculated and obtained, how could she keep any dignity in front of him in the future?
Was she really going to let him do whatever he wanted with her life?
Her whole body ran hot and cold, her mind felt like it was filled with glue, thoughts sticking together. Whenever she thought about the future, a chill ran down her spine.
What future could she have with him?
She was nothing more than a pet dog kept in the manor, taken out for walks when he was pleased and locked away when he wasn’t, unable to go anywhere.
She cried in anger, her heart filled with indescribable fear and despair, unable to understand how she had let herself get to this state.
Edward couldn’t bear to see her cry, he turned slightly and looked out the window.
The velvet-like sky was dotted with a few cold stars, and as night fell, the temperature dropped, enveloping the open-windowed hospital room in a thin layer of chill.
Daisy Ginger’s words left him speechless.
Perhaps she was right.
No one can promise that the person you love will love you back.
The amount you give isn’t necessarily what you’ll receive in return.
Even if he could compromise his entire future for her, it didn’t mean Daisy had to devote the rest of her life to him.
There’s no such one-to-one exchange in this world.
She was indifferent to him, her heart was not with him, no matter how physically close they were, her heart was still occupied by someone who had passed away.
He knew this clearly.
That’s why he had to force her to stay.
What he couldn’t obtain had to be obtained by other means.
Those who could leave had to be prevented from leaving.
He didn’t need her to embrace him now; a life so long awaited them, with him and the child, she wouldn’t be able to leave.
It was indeed inhumane, even despicable, but against a woman like Daisy Ginger, gentleness and consideration were meaningless.
He didn’t want to become another Ethan Pond, watching over her while she held another man in her heart, pretending to be friends.
"If you don’t want to see me, I’ll hire a nurse for you."
Finally, the man spoke coldly from the window.
But the content of his words, though tender, still left her no room for refusal.
"You’re already two months pregnant, don’t move around recklessly, the fetus is unstable, if you accidentally miscarry," he paused here, turning his head to look at Daisy Ginger’s face, "having another one later might be unbearable for you."
The last sentence made Daisy’s expression subtly contort for a moment.
She lifted her head, her voice hoarse as she asked him, "Edward Stephens, what do you take me for?"
The man stood by the bed, his profile cold, voice calm: "Daisy Ginger, we must have a child between us."
He needed a bond to keep them connected, something that would make escaping impossible in any crowd.
"I don’t want it." She shook her head, "I won’t give birth."
The man watched her, his gaze serene and calm, showing no trace of emotional fluctuation, a chilling calmness.