Chapter 13
“Mom, Dad, stay out of this.” Mason’s tone brooked no argument.
Family rules could punish him, but they couldn’t strip him of his rights–the Vale family was basically his now.
His piercing gaze frightened his mother. “You… this is outrageous!”
“Today, for Lyra’s sake, I’ll be outrageous.” He said firmly, no longer looking at his parents‘ panicked expressions. “Butler, show them out!”
He turned around, his eyes focused solely on Willow.
The woman trembled as she backed away. “Mason, I can really explain all of this. Please, don’t hurt our child, okay? This is our baby!”
Mason advanced step by step, his tone ice–cold. “This isn’t our child. This is a child you stole. I told you–I’m going to make you pay back everything you owe Lyra.”
Finally, Willow was backed into a corner. She’d never seen Mason like this–his eyes no longer held any trace of indulgence, only cold hatred, as if he wanted to make her wish she were dead.
Tears of fear streamed down Willow’s face. “Mason, I know you hate what I did, but it was all for our child!
If I hadn’t done those things, our child would have been born a bastard. Could you really bear for him to face judgment from the moment he was born?
And besides, Lyra’s accident wasn’t because of me. I just made some small moves. Mason, please give me another chance, okay? I’ll never do anything like this again. Give me a chance–give our child a chance too, okay?”
She cried pitifully, her hands protectively covering her belly, looking utterly pitiful.
But Mason was sick of seeing this face. She’d worn this exact expression countless times when she was framing Lyra, and it had fooled him. If not for all those incidents, how could he have ever considered sending Lyra away? How could he have failed to see her off?
It was all because of Willow and this child.
Mason’s gaze fell on her belly, the meaning in his eyes making Willow shake her head frantically.
“No… don’t do this, Mason, please don’t…”
She might have realized what was coming, but it was too late.
Mason’s cold voice came out of his mouth, “Take it to a private hospital. I want to watch this child disappear with my own eyes.”
“No!” Willow’s voice was shrill as she instinctively tried to flee. But how could a pregnant woman outrun bodyguards? She was caught within a few steps and dragged into a car.
Watching the driver head toward increasingly remote areas, Willow pleaded tearfully for Mason to spare the child, but the man remained unmoved.
When they arrived at the private hospital, Willow’s terror reached its peak. The moment she was dragged out, she struggled desperately and fell to her knees at Mason’s feet.
“Mason, I’m begging you! You can do anything to me, but please don’t hurt this child. This is our baby–have you forgotten what we said before? We’re a family of three!
Mason, I know I was wrong. I’ll never do those things again. I can apologize to Lyra, kowtow at her grave, but please, not this child. Mason, I’m begging you!
Please spare our child!”
As she spoke, she began kowtowing. For a woman about to give birth, every bow nearly suffocated her under the weight, but for the sake of the child in her belly, she’d do anything. As long as she had this child, she wouldn’t lose!
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She kowtowed several times in a row, but Mason remained silent. The bodyguards restrained her again and dragged her into the hospital as Willow sobbed and desperately clutched her belly.
She was placed on a hospital bed with restraints binding her hands and feet so she couldn’t move. The doctor looked at her large belly with a troubled expression.
“Mr. Vale, the baby is so far along now. If we force an abortion, it could very well kill them both. It would be better to just let her deliver naturally.”
Dead calm, Mason ordered, “I won’t allow her to keep this child. Even if she dies today, it’s what she owes Lyra. Proceed with the surgery.”
