Chapter 2017
The Divorced Billionaire Heiress
Ingrid looked up with a pale face and looked at him. Subconsciously, she sucked on her stomach,
covering her bulging belly. But it was useless, it was too late, Ericâs eyes caught her stomach for the
first time. Itâs even more noticeable when wearing tighter pajamas.
Ericâs eyes seemed to be on fire, and he gritted his teeth: âIngrid, you are really... stupid!â
Ingrid shivered, clutching her stomach and suddenly burst into tears: âBrother, I Know Iâm wrong. Itâs
over...â
Eric pulled her arm with cold eyes and walked out: âItâs impossible for the Ferguson family to give birth
to criminal children and kill them.â
Ingrid trembled with fright and she suddenly started to resist: â No, this is my child too...â
Ericâs face froze, holding back his anger: âIngrid, do you Know how much I paid because of you?â
He glared at her with a livid face. If it wasnât for Ingrid, he wouldnât have to compromise with Liliana, he
wouldnât have to join that plan, and he wouldnât have had to hurt Nicole again and again. He would
rather, the person being hurt is himself that is all for Ingrid.
But Ingrid still wanted to give birth to a son.
Itâs ridiculous! Ingrid sobbed while protecting her stomach: âBrother, donât you have a good relationship
with Liliana? He never imprisoned me, nor did he care about me, and my mother has also been found.
Donât care about the past.â
Eric face suddenly changed and he looked back at her with a very cold tone
âThen how did you come back?â He was enveloped in a black sullenness, which lingered: âYou are
pregnant, will scorpion bring you back?â
Hearing this, Ingrid cried even more. âBrother, just because I was pregnant, he actually brought a
woman to our house to steal food, and when I saw it, I came back angrily. But... But when I came back,
I took you and Angie. My child has also been brought back!â
Ingrid wiped her tears in a panic, helpless and pitiful. Mentioning this, Eric was even more angry.
âYou didnât take care of your own affairs. You are really worried about eating radishes. Havenât you
caused enough trouble for the Ferguson family? Are you satisfied with the destruction of the Ferguson
familyâs family?â Eric roared, his face extremely ugly.
In a fit of rage, no one dared to step forward to persuade him. Ingrid was so frightened that her face
turned blue and white, âI did nothing wrong, big brother.â
âShut up!â Eric scolded coldly. He turned his head and eased his emotions, after a few seconds.
The dark eyes looked at her coldly and ruthlessly: âkill the child, I will forgive everything in the past. Or,
you take your child and get away from me. I donât want to see you again and you donât want to have
anything to do with the Ferguson family in the future!â Ingridâs face turned pale with fright.
âBrother...â Ingrid wanted to take her arm and beg him, âDonât you have a good relationship with
Liliana? Havenât you already started cooperating to do business?â Eric shook her off, his face terribly
cold.
âWhat do you think?â Eric didnât say yes,nor did he say no. Ingrid cried a lot, clutching her stomach:
âBrother, this is my child too, and...â
âWhat kind of that scumbag, donât you? is that clear? â Eric said coldly, âHow mindless are you? Going
to find a child like this, are all the men all over the world dead?
â I didnât expect it either, but...â Ingrid was heartbroken, and under Ericâs coercion and temptation, she
felt that she was really in a dilemma. She and Liliana also really love each other!
Affectionate love is an indelible existence. She has given up everything but how can she kill the child
now? Ericâs eyes gradually filled with a strong disappointment, and he shook his head with a cold face:
âYou think about it. Think, tomorrow morning, I'll have someone pick you up to the hospital. â
After speaking, Eric left immediately. Ingrid fell to the ground crying. She was tangled. Seeing this,
Mitchell squatted down to help her up, and said politely: âMiss Ferguson, this is the chance that
President Ferguson gave you. Your father and grandfather were killed by them. How can you give birth
to a child like that?â
Ingrid retracted her hand, sobbed, and looked at him coldly: âIt has nothing to do with you and donât put
your mind on our familyâs affairs.â Mitchell choked and paused.
âOkay, Miss Ferguson, there is more than one woman beside you. You are his tool to implicate
President Ferguson. Canât you see it? Even if itâs not for the Ferguson family, itâs for your own sake. If
he has something in his heart. Can you still bring a woman home?â
Ingridâs face turned pale. She stared at him, breathing quickly: âWhat do you know? They are normal
foreigners. Itâs not illegal, itâs just a cultural difference. He has me in his heart, and when I go back after
giving birth, Itâs still mine.â Mitchell twitched the corners of his mouth and smiled dryly.
Then, without saying anything, he turned around and left. There was no cure. Mitchell followed Eric and
Eric had already got into the car and was waiting for Mitchell.
Mitchell got into the co-pilot and pursed his lips: âMiss Ferguson doesnât want to leave Liliana.â Mitchell
didnât tell Eric of the conversation just now and afraid to piss him off. Ericâs eyes were cold and pitch-
black, like a dormant giant beast. If he was really provoked, he would eat people.
âLetâs go, let someone watch her here, and take her to the hospital in the morning tomorrow.â Whether
she wants to or not, once she gives birth to a stubborn child, there will be endless troubles.
âYes.â Mitchell replied.
âBy the way, Mr. Ferguson, when she was in the hospital, the doctor checked the child by the way. He
canât speak, there are physical reasons but more psychological reasons. He is still young, if two experts
are consulted, let him. If the psychiatrist intervenes, there is still great hope for treatment.â
As soon as the words fell, Eric looked at him coldly: âYou care about him very much?â
Mitchell was stunned, and immediately said, âBecause it has something to do with you.â
Eric snorted coldly, âWhat does it have to do with me? Before the results come out, whether he lives or
dies has nothing to do with me.â
After speaking, he leaned back again, sinking into the darkness, and closed his eyes.
He didnât believe that this child was the same child he saw before.
Angie must have found a child to deceive him!
Definitely is!
Mitchell didnât say anything, just sighed in his heart.
Hope so. If that child is not Ericâs biological son, perhaps Eric can settle him well. Once it is really his
own, I am afraid it is better to be a strange child.
Because he knew that the name Angie was a great stain on Eric. It was just dawn. Mitchell received a
call from Eric.
Hearing the voice, Eric hadnât slept all night. Just waiting for dawn.
âDo it now.â