Chapter 5 Terminate it

• Lisette was under constant surveillance. Regardless of her actions, there was always someone keeping an eye on her.
• She understood that Rhea feared she might attempt to leave with the baby because she had persistently denied the child's existence.
• Lisette was now overwhelmed by a deep sense of panic.
• She knew that keeping the baby was not an option.
• No matter what she claimed, she had no influence over the situation.
• Despite her anxiety, William made his return.
• The following morning, William arrived at the hospital.
• He was dressed in a suit, his overcoat draped elegantly over his arm, emanating a blend of authority and grace. His presence was almost overpowering.
• Lisette looked at him, feeling as if it had been a lifetime since they separated from each other.
• Once the guard left and the door to the room was shut, William took a seat at the edge of her bed, crossing his legs with an air of authority.
• Instinctively, Lisette sat up, reaching for his coat to hang it up—a habit she had picked up over the past year.
• But her hand halted mid-motion as William placed the coat at the foot of the bed.
• He glanced at her stomach. "You're pregnant?"
• His tone was as nonchalant as if he were commenting on the weather.
• Lisette's fingers recoiled, and she pulled her hand back, bowing her head. "No, there was something wrong with the test."
• At this point, she clung to denial.
• William's gaze lingered on her face for a full minute before he spoke. "Terminate it."
• Terminate it ...
• Lisette's eyes widened in shock.
• How could he suggest termination so easily?
• No, I'm not pregnant.
• Lisette shook her head vehemently. "I-I'm not pregnant ... "
• She clutched the blanket tightly, causing her nails to bend outward and her knuckles to turn white from the pressure.
• Despite her efforts to remain composed, her breathing grew ragged, and her body shook with tension.
• Taking deep breaths to steady her racing heart, she spoke with determination. "William, I'm not pregnant.
• "Believe me."
• William stared at her for a long moment before rising. "I'll make arrangements with the doctor. You should rest."
• He left, his back straight and imposing, providing a false sense of security despite his cold and heartless words.
• Lisette's eyes were filled with tears, her nails digging into her palms.
• "I want to keep this child. He will take my last name, Connor, not Preston. He will have nothing to do with your family, William. Is that acceptable?"
• She knew how unreasonable and selfish her request must have seemed to William.
• But she couldn't do it. She couldn't bring herself to end the pregnancy.
• This was their child.
• A child with his blood ...
• William's posture grew rigid, his back becoming a cold, unyielding barrier.
• "Lisette, you've become unsensible."
• The room grew heavy with silence.
• Lisette watched him, her eyes red and pleading.
• She implored, drawing on every bit of strength she had, "William, just this once, let me be unsensible. Please, just this one time?"
• "No."
• Lisette collapsed onto the bed, tears streaming down her face.
• Over the past year, William has been exceptionally kind to her. People often said she must have done something incredibly virtuous in a past life to deserve his love, and she felt grateful.
• But who could have imagined that the man who once showered her with affection could now be so merciless?
• It was truly just a dream.
• A dream that could never be real.
• If she held on to it, she'd already have lost.