Chapter 2 Unworthy of Having My Child

• As Celia trudged out of the hospital, she instinctively covered her abdomen and bitterly wondered why the baby had to come to her womb.
• How wonderful it would be if it could find parents who could let it grow up healthy!
• The reason Hugo wanted to take revenge on her was because of her mother.
• From a young age, her father never mentioned her mother's death. It was at the age of ten when she heard her stepmother's sarcastic remarks about how Celia's birth mother and a wealthy man had a rendezvous in a car in the mountains, resulting in both of them plummeting off a cliff to their deaths.
• And that wealthy man was Hugo's father.
• Her mother was deemed a disgraceful mistress who had intruded upon Hugo's parents' marriage.
• Celia's father, fueled by his hatred for her mother's affair, openly welcomed the other woman into their home, erasing any trace of her existence in that household.
• As if seeing her reminded him of her mother's betrayal, he didn't even spare Celia a glance.
• Celia was like an orphan. She was utterly alone in this world.
• After returning from the hospital, she ate the lunch prepared by the servants before she dozed off until the evening.
• By the time she woke up, she was startled when she glanced at the time. How was it 8.30PM already? She then hurried downstairs.
• Hugo had returned at some point. Sitting on the couch in the living room, he looked both relaxed and dangerous as he sat in an unrestrained posture.
• Celia suddenly thought about taking the initiative to please him so that it would be easier to discuss the child with him.
• She brewed a cup of tea and brought it to him. "You've worked hard, darling. Have a cup of tea to quench your thirst!"
• Hugo glanced up at her. "Do you have something to tell me?"
• This man had an uncanny ability to see through her as if he could read her every thought just by looking at her.
• Celia bit her red lip and sat beside him, tentatively asking, "I was thinking… Should we have a child? It would make our home livelier."
• A contemptuous smile played at the corners of Hugo's mouth. "Do you think you're worthy of bearing my child?"
• "What if I accidentally get pregnant?" Celia kept biting her lip. She couldn't look him straight in the eyes.
• "Abort it immediately," the man answered without any mercy.
• A few seconds later, his sharp gaze locked onto her again. "Are you pregnant?"
• Taken aback, Celia quickly shook her head. "No... I was just curious because it…it gets lonely staying alone in such a big villa."
• Hugo seemed to believe her words because he knew she didn't dare to get pregnant with his child. And even if she did, she knew what she had to do.
• He set aside the documents and stood up, fetching a bottle of whiskey from the liquor cabinet. After pouring half a glass, he handed it to her. "Finish it."
• Celia panicked and waved. "I don't drink."
• "You disappointed me yesterday," the man insisted domineeringly as he pushed the glass toward her. "You will pay if you disappoint me again."
• Celia gently placed the cup on the table after taking two sips, indicating that she had drunk her fill.
• However, the man's eyes narrowed in an instant as his gaze oppressively fixed on her.
• "Do you want me to feed you?" he asked.
• Celia's beautiful eyes widened slightly. It wasn't as if he hadn't done something like that before. She then obediently picked up the wine glass on the table and took small sips while enduring the burning sensation in her throat.
• After four sips, she choked and coughed lightly.
• "Finish it," the man demanded hoarsely. He wasn't worried about her at all.
• "I don't want to drink anymore." Celia shook her head. She really couldn't take another sip.
• However, the man seemed to be intrigued as he got up and pulled her into his embrace. He picked up his wine glass, took a sip, and then held her delicate face to feed her the alcohol.
• Tonight went on to be another sleepless night for her.
• Early the next morning, Celia had to go to the hospital again when she felt a sharp pain in her abdomen.
• It was the same doctor as yesterday that attended to her. This time, he was looking at her with a serious expression. "Did you already forget what I reminded you just yesterday? What could be more important than a child? Do you realize how dangerous your condition is?"
• "Doctor, how is the baby?"
• "There's slight bleeding, but the baby is fine for now. Still, you need to be more careful."
• As Celia walked out of the doctor's office, she felt lost and bewildered. She wandered around the hospital for a while until a nurse came out calling for the next patient and asked her, "Is it your turn next?"
• "What?"
• "The operation!"
• "What operation?"
• "The cesarean section."
• Celia recoiled in fear. "I'm not having surgery. It's not me."
• There was a couple holding a three-month-old baby next to her after she got in the elevator. The fair and adorable child smiled happily at her, captivating Celia like an angel.
• She instinctively touched her abdomen. I'm sure my baby will be this cute too if it came into this world.
• The doctor's words resounded in her ears like an alarm. If Hugo continued bedding her tonight, there was a high chance Celia would lose the baby.
• Distraught, Celia returned to the villa. Before she could enter the living room, she felt a sudden wave of dizziness before she collapsed at the villa's doorstep.
• The bag containing the ultrasound report she was holding fell to the ground by her feet.
• A black sports car slowly pulled up outside the iron gate in the evening. Hugo had returned.
• His car parked next to the entrance, and when he caught sight of the woman on the ground, a look of shock flashed in his eyes. He quickly pushed the door open and got out.
• As he strode toward the woman who had fainted, his attention was momentarily diverted by a hospital plastic bag nearby.
• After he crouched down and picked up the medical records and ultrasound report from inside the bag, he immediately frowned when he thought about Celia's reactions toward him these two days and her questions about having a child.
• Sh*t, she isn't supposed to get pregnant! She has been taking her pills!
• Is she trying to use the child to earn my forgiveness? His face fell at the thought of that.
• This woman dares to try using my child as a bargaining chip. Unforgivable!
• Celia slowly opened her eyes as she regained consciousness. As she sat up, her eyes widened in shock and panic before they met the chilling gaze of the man's deep and intimidating eyes.
• Why is Hugo back already?
• She only further paled when she saw the report he was holding.
• Despite feeling a desperate urge to escape, Hugo stood before her like a looming shadow, his voice cold as he questioned, "Where do you think you're going?"
• Celia had always been afraid of this man from the bottom of her heart. Now that she couldn't run away, she clutched her lower abdomen in despair and terror.
• Hugo took a step closer, his gaze scanning her pale face drenched in a cold sweat like a sharp blade before it lowered to her smooth belly.
• He stared in that direction for a few seconds.
• During those few seconds, Celia's breath seemed to stop. She lowered her head like someone guilty, unable to meet his eyes.
• The arrival of the child was not her decision to make. It was a sudden gift from the universe. In fact, she was more panicked and afraid than anyone else.
• "When did you get pregnant?" he asked, his face expressionless.
• "I... I only found out two days ago," Celia whispered.
• "Why didn't you tell me?" Hugo's eyes flickered with a demonic gleam.
• "I…"
• "Scared that I would want you to abort it?" the man mocked, his tone growing even colder. "Did you think I would let your child come to this world alive?"