In that instant, Veronica’s brows furrowed tightly, and she pursed her lips together in anger. Her hands, clenched into fists, dug into Matthew’s arms with such force that they drew blood, but only then was she able to break free from his grip.
“Cough… cough…” Embarrassed and furious, she glared at Matthew, using her coughing as a cover for what was happening. Trying to regain some control, she quickly spoke, “I received a delivery order. I’m on my way now. I’ll call you back later.” Without waiting for his response, she hung up and slapped him across the face. “You’re such a shameless jerk!” The audacity of his actions disgusted her.
Matthew, unfazed, smirked. “What’s the matter? Are you feeling sorry for your beloved, worried that he’ll find out and feel heartbroken?” he taunted.
Though furious, Veronica’s mind began to work rapidly. Suppressing her disgust for him, she clutched his waist and, in a tone laced with dissatisfaction, said, “Is this really all you’ve got, Young Master Matthew? Didn’t you eat well today?” She forced a smile, then added, “Rumor has it that you’re not interested in women at all, but it seems like you… might have erectile dysfunction.”
Her sudden change in attitude gave Matthew a psychological satisfaction, but he remained composed. He knew she was deliberately trying to provoke him. “Cut out the childish tricks. The doctor confirmed the fetus is growing steadily. I’ll protect my child, no matter what,” he said firmly.
Veronica’s face immediately lost its smile. Her attempt to provoke him had been to make him lose control in his anger, causing a miscarriage. But unfortunately for her, Matthew had seen through her game.
Content with his manipulation, Matthew stood up and left the room, leaving her alone in the lounge in a state of despair. As he was about to exit, he casually said, “Someone will bring you clothes later.”
Just like that, he dismissed her like a discarded piece of garbage. Lying on the bed, Veronica felt utterly shattered, though she fought to remain strong. How could she let herself be hurt again? The second time was easier to endure, but she still regretted some choices. She had tried to make herself unattractive with makeup, hoping Matthew would never kiss her, but now she realized it only made things worse. He didn’t even want to look at her.
“If I had known, I would have made my whole body ugly,” she thought bitterly.
Later, someone arrived with clothes for her, and after changing, she threw her torn outfit in the trash. Annoyed, she stormed out of the room and headed downstairs, only to leave on her motorcycle in a fit of frustration.
Unbeknownst to her, Xavier was parked in a car not far away. Seeing her leave in different clothes than she arrived in, he was confused. Why had she lied? he wondered.
All his questions would be answered four hours later when the Kings Family engagement party ended. Through surveillance footage from the Hilton Hotel, Xavier saw Matthew dragging Veronica into a lounge on the third floor and not leaving until more than half an hour later. He didn’t need to see more; the connection to the soft moaning he’d heard during his earlier call was enough.
After leaving the Hilton Hotel, Veronica headed straight to the hospital for an abortion. However, Matthew had already sent someone to follow her. The moment she entered the hospital, bodyguards appeared, grabbing her and forcing her back into a car, taking her straight to her rented room.
With a slam, the door was locked behind her, and she found herself under house arrest. Furious, she shouted, “What do you think you’re doing? I want to see Matthew Kings!”
Thomas, who had rushed over, responded coldly, “The master is very busy and doesn’t have time for you right now.” He added, “Just rest, Miss Murphy. If you don’t want to, you can always move into the Kings Residence.”
Veronica’s face flushed crimson with anger. “You’re too much!” she yelled as she slammed the door so hard that the entire room shook.
That evening, food was delivered to her room, but she had no appetite. Hours passed, and it was already past 11:00 PM. Despite the late hour, sleep eluded her. She knew why Matthew hadn’t let her move into the Kings Residence yet—it was engagement day, and having her show up there would only cause trouble. He planned to move her in the following day.
Veronica knew the truth. Once she moved into the Kings Residence, escaping would be nearly impossible, and her chance to abort the child would be lost.
Desperately tossing and turning in bed, her thoughts raced. She needed mifepristone and misoprostol to terminate the pregnancy, but these were only available at hospitals and not easily obtained by ordinary people. The only person she could think of who might help her was Xavier—he had the connections to get those pills.
Holding her cell phone, she hesitated for a long while before finally calling him. Though she knew she had already caused him a great deal of trouble, she had no other choice.
“Ah, so you’re finally calling me?” Xavier’s voice came through, slightly slurred from drinking. “What’s up?”
Veronica’s heart sank. “Are you… drinking?” she asked, her voice tinged with concern.
“Yeah, I’m a little down. What’s the matter?” His tone was detached, not the warm, concerned Xavier she was used to.
Frustrated, Veronica tugged at her hair. “Are you… okay? Can you do me a huge favor? It’s really important… very important!” she pleaded, her voice desperate.
Xavier took a sip of wine, a slight chuckle escaping him. “You’ve always been so capable. Why do you need my help?” He already suspected something was going on with Matthew, but Veronica had lied to him. He was far from pleased.
“Xavier, what’s wrong with you?” Veronica snapped, raising her voice in anger. He hung up on her before she could say anything more. “This guy… how could he be so unreliable at a time like this?”
Frantic, she tried calling him again, but he hung up every time. Left with no other option, she gave up.
“What am I supposed to do now?” she paced anxiously. Then, a thought crossed her mind. Floch, the hospital owner. He could surely help her get the pills she needed.
However, revealing her pregnancy to Tiffany’s family would be risky. The Larsons were cautious, and with Tiffany engaged to Matthew, they wouldn’t risk helping her.
Suddenly, her eyes widened. “Motherwort!” she exclaimed.
She grabbed her phone and searched for it, reading about its properties—promoting blood circulation, stimulating uterine contractions, and potentially causing a miscarriage in pregnant women. It might be just what she needed.
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