âYuck!â Katie retreated in revulsion.
The hit was overwhelming for Abel, his vision blurred by his own blood.
Despite this, he shakily lifted the golf club again, preparing to hit himself, risking serious injury.
âStop it!â Katie stepped in, finally.
Not out of concern for his life, but because she still had tasks for him.
Despite his injuries, Abel managed to gasp, âThank you.
.
â
âGet the hell out! Youâre getting my car dirty,â Katie said coldly.
The car stopped, and Abel was dragged out Like a lifeless body, left on the ground as Katieâs car quickly drove off.
Upon reaching the villa, Katie had just gotten out when a dark blue supercar screeched to a halt in front of her, perfectly timed.
The door of the dark blue supercar swung open, revealing glossy leather shoes stepping out.
Then, Mitchel approached Katie with steady pace, looking solemnly.
Katie, scared, held her chest and then her stomach.
âWhat⦠What are you planning to do?â she stuttered as she stepped back, frightened, the threatening vibe around Mitchel too much to bear.
In a flash, Mitchelâs iron grip was around Katieâs neck.
âAhâ¦â Katieâs attempt to scream was abruptly silenced.
Her face turned purple, her breathing weak.
For a second, she really thought Mitchel might kill her!
Finally, when Katie felt herself fading, Mitchel released her in disgust.
Katie staggered, leaning on the car door, coughing violently.
After coughing for a while, Katie raised her eyes to see Mitchelâs cold, unforgiving face, and tears began to fall.
âMitchel⦠Youâve lost it⦠Iâm pregnant with your baby.
Mitchel Looked at her expressionlessly, his tone icy.
âKatie, did you just ignore my words?â
Katieâs neck hurt badly.
She had always been looked after, never experiencing such roughness.
Though feeling wronged, she had no choice but to bite back her complaints against his anger.
With tears streaming, Katie explained, âMitchel⦠I didnât go looking for Raegan.
We met just by chance at the mall.
If you donât believe me, ask your momâ¦â
âShut up!â Mitchel cut her off sharply.
âThe child in your belly isnât mine.
How many times must I say it?â
At this, Katie couldnât stop her tears and hastily said, âMitchel, I promise you, this baby is yours!â
âReally?â Mitchelâs face was expressionless.
âYouâre saying youâre pregnant with my kid, without me involved?â
âI⦠Iâ¦â Katie stumbled over her words, her voice shaky.
âMitchel, you have to believe me.
This child is yours.
â
âBelieve you?â Mitchel raised an eyebrow skeptically.
âKatie, do you think Iâm that easy to fool?â
His open disdain sent a clear signal to Katie.
What she wished for would remain just a wish.
Flushed with embarrassment and anger, Katie protested, âMitchel, Iâm telling the truth.
This is your child.
Whether you like it or not, thatâs the truth.
â