Chapter 479

The room fell silent for a few seconds, Nyla’s hand on the door handle, unmoving. She wanted to hear how Harrison would respond–whether he would defend her or…

Finally, Harrison’s voice, weak and strained, broke the silence. “Don’t mention her in front of me again. From now on, I’ll act as if I never had this daughter.”

Nyla’s hand slowly relaxed, and she looked down with a bitter smile.

It seemed Harrison was truly disappointed in her and no longer wanted to acknowledge her as his daughter. That was fine, though. It allowed her to leav Taking a deep breath, she turned and walked aw Wren watched the shadow at the door disappear, a cold glint flashing in her eyes.

Turning back to Harrison, she put on a smile. “Well, I know you. You’re just upset. You’re still angry because she hasn’t come to see you during this time. If she had come, you’d probably be overjoyed.”

Harrison snorted and said nothing more.

After a moment, he couldn’t help but ask, “Do you think I should call her? It’s not good to keep this stalemate going.”

“I think you should wait a bit longer. If you give in now, she might think she’s in the right and continue down the wrong path. We’re doing this for her own good,” Wren suggested.

Harrison fell silent, lost in thought.

On the way back, Nyla reflected on the conversation she had overheard outside the hospital room.

It still hurt, and she found herself lost in thought, not noticing that a car had been following her.

Before, Harrison had treated her very well, almost doting on her before remarrying. Things had changed over time.

At first, she did not believe that a stepmother could alter a home, but now she knew it was true. From the moment Harrison married Wren, the home had become theirs, no longer hers.

As she thought about it, her eyes began to well up.

Losing her home was painful, but she promised herself she would love herself and build a new life–not just for herself, but for her baby as well.

She subconsciously placed a hand on her still–flat stomach, feeling a glimmer of hope and anticipation once again.

Suddenly… the trunk of Nyla’s car was hit hard, causing it to lurch forward uncontrollably.

Nyla slammed on the brakes, the tires screeching as they skidded for seven or eight meters before finally coming to a stop.

Her face went pale with fear as she instinctively covered her abdomen. Thankfully, she didn’t feel any unusual sensations.

She breathed a sigh of relief and quickly glanced in the rearview mirror.

A black van had stopped behind her, and a man in sunglasses emerged from the driver’s seat.

A sense of dread rose in Nyla’s heart. She locked her car doors and reached for her phone to call the police.

In her panic, however, her hands were shaking, causing the phone to slip and fall into the gap between the driver’s seat and the door.

Biting her lip, she hurried to retrieve the phone.

At that moment, a loud crash came from the back seat, followed by the sound of glass shattering. The rear window had been broken.

Nyla turned and saw the man in sunglasses wielding a baseball bat, with another man standing beside him.

“What do you want?” she demanded.