Chapter 1457

Just earlier, Blake had just returned home. He barely settled on the sofa when, through the floor-to-ceiling windows, he saw Bernard’s car recklessly tearing into the driveway.

The grand, opulent gates were smashed open, sending the servants scurrying back in fear. Bernard who emerged from the car didn’t even spare them a glance. He strode into the living room, his steps heavy with seething rage.

“Blake Laurence, you knew that childbirth could kill her, and yet you kept it from me. How she’s caught between a rock and a hard place giving birth could kill her, and not giving birth could kill her. Did you ever consider what I would do if I lost her? Could I even go on living?!”

Faced with Bernard’s interrogation and fury, Blake remained calm and nonchalant, lifting a teacup from the table. Unfortunately, before it could reach his lips, it was kicked across the room by the irate man standing before him.

The hot tea spilled over his hand, seeping through his soaked shirt and pants, cooling from scorching to tepid. Only then did Blake slowly lift his chin to meet the angry eyes before him.

“Someone with your genes is meant to carry on the Laurence family legacy. Yet you insisted on marrying a woman who couldn’t bear children. I sought Mr. Keith’s help to get her pregnant, and now that she can have a child, you blame me for keeping it a secret. I can’t always bend to your wishes, can I?”

Such selfish words dripped with cold indifference from Blake’s lips.

Bernard glared at the cold-hearted old man, his anger reaching a boiling point as he suddenly pulled out a small golden pocketknife from his belt.

It was the first time the old man had seen Bernard this furious, and he held his breath in

fear.

wonder

whizzed past his ear

raise a hand against your own flesh and blood over a

expect me to care

well that Mr. Laurence

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Chapter 1457

his anger was trivial in Blake’s eyes. After

from you, but I’ve already

Mr. Keith prescribed. That led to her developing pregnancy-induced hypertension, so you can’t place all the

on the golden knife handle loosened slightly at Blake’s last sentence.

never have allowed her to get pregnant. I don’t care if it meant ending my lineage; I

anger, now showed only a bleak despair, “Throughout my life, Donna beat me, and you never stopped her. You just asked her to leave me alive, seeing me as useful. If I hadn’t been, you would have let

to you, so I could survive. But now, I wish I had been useless, so no one would have bothered about whether my wife could

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