"Let me give it some thought." Ultimately, Riley told her to return to the Conrad residence. “In the blink of an eye, three days will pass. Make up your choice quickly, Stella, and phone me if you need anything." Stella’s heart was incredibly heavy right now as Riley’s comments continued to reverberate in her ears. "Honey, you will need to abort the kid if you wish to stay with the Conrad family in the future. It is not possible for the Radomil family to have two unsuccessful daughters!" Stella looked in the mirror at herself. How should I proceed? Was getting rid of her child truly the only option available to her? Wheels rolled along the floor into the room, still considering it. Upon witnessing Clarence enter the bathroom, Stella instantly tightened up and threw open the door. When their gazes locked, she looked away right away. She made her way trembling to the furthest corner of the space. He called his voice giving her a shiver, "Stop right there.”Stella came to a

He wanted to scream at her because she was so fired up that her eyes were red from unshed tears and her forehead was covered in sweat. He scowled and refrained from speaking. How did he end up? The dishonest woman in front of him, who wed into the Conrad family after taking the place of her sister, ought to be thrown out. Why did he still allow her to stay? After gathering himself swiftly, he took her by the wrist and pushed her out of the way. Unexpectedly, her thin shoulders crashed against the sturdy wall. With her head up, she met his icy gaze. "Get the hell out!" She looked at him in confusion, rubbing her sore shoulders. "If you don't know what to do, what good is it to stay here? Before I lose my temper, get the heck out!" "You!" She felt he was going too far, so she balled her fists. But after giving it some thought, she saw that she had nothing for the better part of the day. She clutched herself as she left the restroom, her fury having subsided. "Joseph !" His col

Joseph’s remarks felt like a stomach punch. She could only cast a sorrowful glance downward. "I know..." It was only after Joseph noticed her change in attitude that he realized his tone was overly serious. "Ms. Radomil, I realize what I'm saying is terrible, but you should comprehend what I'm saying. In any case, you are not allowed to bring this up again. If not, there is nothing I can do to relieve your problems." Joseph finished up, turned around, and walked away. If Stella was a rational person, she would decide to keep what she heard to herself. After five more minutes of standing still against the wall, she knocked on the door. "Come in." There was rage tinged with a sense of coldness and indifference in Clarence’s voice. When she came in, she saw that he was gazing out the French window, enjoying the city views, rather than sat as he typically did behind his desk. A depressive stillness hung over the room as she crept forward, the coldness in his voice lingering in

He did not consider her credible. He was almost amazed at how good of an actress she was being, and he sneered down at her. "I don't care if you're pretending to be pitiful." The figure on the ground was motionless. His brows went up. "Are you done acting?" She remained motionless for a moment. He leaned forward in his wheelchair, narrowing his gaze and beginning to guess. It was then that he noticed her lips had completely lost their color and her face had turned as pale as a piece of paper. He felt his heart grow cold when he realized what was happening. ********** Twenty minutes later, he sat in the wheelchair in the hospital hallway, looking downcast. He was staring out the small window of the room in front of him, watching Joseph talking to a doctor. When he was done, after a few moments, he left the room and approached Clarence . "What happened to her?" Clarence questioned in a subdued manner. "The physician stated that she is sick and exhausted, and that she also has a

He withdrew from her when he felt a quick, intense ache in his bottom lip. "It seems that Mrs. Conrad not only likes to bark, but bite as well." He extended his arm to dab at the blood on his lips. He was an extremely attractive man who liked to frown, which accentuated his rough features. When he did grin, it accentuated his remarkable features even more. But the grin that lit up his face was as terrifying as a lion realizing what it was hunting. His lips stained with blood made him appear even more gorgeous than he already was. At last, she managed to shove him away with enough leverage, and she hurried to the corner. “ Clarence, tell me what you want. Have you forgotten our agreement already? What were you doing right now if you stated you didn't want me to touch you?" He remained silent and gave her a cold look. She bit her lip, pulled down her shirt, and gave him a resolute look. He wanted to take her more and more the more stubborn she acted. She was expecting a bastard a