Chapter 203 She Could Not Keep It in the End
Up to this point, Tifanny knew that the cat was out of the bag.
The folder dropped from her hands as her legs wobbled, making her stumble and fall to the ground.
She looked like a soulless marionette that sat on the ground silently.
“The baby inside you. Whose is it?” asked Matthew with one hand in his pocket while the other was holding the cigarette, as he flicked it against the ashtray nonchalantly.
Petrified with fear, Tiffany raised her head. “What… The child? Of course, it’s yours. Matthew, you… you can’t break your promise so easily.”
How did it come to this?
Wasn’t he acting just fine yesterday? Why is he suddenly suspecting where the baby came from?
This sudden development caught Tiffany entirely off guard.
She had never thought Matthew would react so quickly.
“Do you know why I didn’t contact you yesterday?”
Matthew raised his eyebrow, looking like a god about to descend his punishment onto the mortals who defied him.
“W-Why?”
Tiffany asked cautiously, with a voice so small that only a mosquito could hear it.
“The boss had me contact Castron to investigate every detail of when you were there. Otherwise, why would he not call you on the day of the incident?” Thomas explained.
Matthew only suspected her of having a child in her belly because she pretended to save him and tried multiple times to harm Veronica.
She really is a cruel woman who would do anything to achieve her goal.
In order to marry me, she tried every trick in the book. This made him wonder whether ‘that one time’ abroad with her was enough to make her pregnant.
As expected, the results of the investigation surprised everyone.
Thomas’ words made Tiffany ghastly pale, making her look a bit terrifying.
“I-It’s… not like that. This is impossible.”
Shaking her head maddeningly, Tiffany clutched her belly. “The baby is yours. It really is yours… Ugh…”
Nonetheless, she only managed to explain halfway when Matthew leaned down and choked her. “Have you thought about how you’re going to die?”
“Ugh… It hurts…”
He tightened his grip, making his joints pop, while Tiffany felt like her windpipe was being crushed to the point her face started to go all red.
Raised by the man like a chick, she tried her hardest to hit both of Matthew’s hands. “Ugh… Let… Let go…”
These few words took all she had.
Matthew peered at her with a flash in his gaze before he tossed her away like a piece of trash.
With a bang, Tiffany’s head hit the bed, and her forehead began bleeding.
Huff… Huff…
The moment she fell down, her neck was released with air rushing into her body, making her cough chokingly, completely ignoring the wound on her forehead.
Matthew only took a couple of tissue papers from the desk and wiped his hands before throwing them away in the trash can with a disdainful expression. “Proceed with the operation.”
“Yes, boss.”
Thomas nodded.
Scared out of her wits, Tiffany crawled to Matthew and tugged on his pants. “Sob, sob… Matthew, the child really is yours. You can’t be so cruel. If Old Mrs. Kings knew about this, she would be really sad. Her biggest wish is to have a great-grandchild. If she knew… Ah!”
In this world, there would always be some that kept crossing his line.
And in front of him right now was Tiffany, who had not only lied to him but his grandmother as well. She had let an old woman who had well crossed fifty years of age wait so long for nothing.
This d*mned woman!
Raising his leg, Matthew cruelly kicked Tiffany’s chest as she stumbled backward and rolled on the floor. Laying on the ground, she spewed blood.
She had never seen such a livid and violent side of Matthew.
In her eyes, the man she loved was silent yet proud and capable. He was the goal of many young women.
Even though he had a cold attitude, at least he treated her somewhat gently.
It was only that she did not know such a vicious man lay beneath that cold mask.
Holding onto her chest, Tiffany was in such pain that she could not utter a word.
She looked spitefully at him while clenching her free hand so tightly that it started to bleed, yet she did not take notice of that.
Excluding Tiffany, even Thomas and the other bodyguards did not dare to even breathe loudly due to what they had just witnessed.
In over ten years of service, they had never seen their employer so furious before. Even more so, they had never seen him harm a woman.
They were all completely baffled!
Soon, Thomas and the others brought Tiffany, who was still lying on the floor, away.
After ten minutes, Thomas returned with a B-mode ultrasonogram. “Boss, the doctor said that Tiffany’s uterine walls are relatively thin. Once she miscarriages, she will never get pregnant again.”
To this, Matthew, who was standing in front of the window with a cup of tea in his hand, turned around and stared at him deathly.
It was only to this one stare that Thomas immediately replied fearfully, “I’m sorry for spouting nonsense. We’ll go ahead with the operation.”
He then left the office with the report in hand.
If it was by accident, one could be forgiven. If it was on purpose, one should face their own music.
This time, Tiffany can only blame herself. Even if she does end up being unable to conceive from now on, it’s all because of her own doing.
As he walked out, he heard Matthew state, “Skip the anesthetic.”
Stunned, Thomas felt a slight migraine.
After five minutes, a banshee-like scream emanated from the operation room. It was very haunting and sent chills behind their backs.
Tiffany, bound to the operation table, struggled with all her might only to achieve nothing, as she felt the forceps rummaging inside her body, accompanied by a pain like she was being whipped to death. It was an unimaginable pain.
After all, she had only experienced the high life and being pampered at all times. She had never had to go through such suffering.
The sensation was one that traveled throughout her body, as every cell in her body screamed in pain. It hurt so much that while she cried profusely, the veins in her forehead popped out.
Her hands were bound to the operation table, leaving her to cry and scream like a specter from hell.
At this moment, her pain only amplified her hatred toward Matthew and Veronica.
Time slowly ticked away, leaving Tiffany pale and sweaty, as she did not even have the strength to scream in pain anymore.
There was a moment where it hurt so much that she felt as if she had gone deaf with her brain buzzing.
After an unknown amount of suffering, the operation was finally over.
She was then mercilessly dragged from the operation table as the bodyguards carried her downstairs before throwing her in the car and driving toward the city center.
It was approximately forty minutes of driving when they reached Dragon’s Creek Villa, where she was thrown out of the car like trash and lay there no different from a corpse.
Thomas threw the report in front of Tiffany and said, “Your uterine walls are thinner than normal ones. The doctor had said that after this, you’ll never get pregnant again.”
Upon finishing his statement, he got in the car and left.
