Chapter 157



Linda was almost in shock. She stood there, stunned.

The next moment, tears began to roll down her cheeks. She lunged forward, clutching Lucas' arm desperately. "Lucas, how could you do this? This is our child! Do you have any idea how hard it was to conceive? Do you remember all the meds I took, all the injections?"

Lucas frowned deeply. "I haven't forgotten, Linda, but what about what you've done? Do you really want me to list all your wrongdoings?"

Linda stared at him, eyes full of desperation.

Lucas decided to lay it all out. "You copied Chloe's handwriting and forged that diary, tearing us apart and worming your way in. All these years, you've acted all sweet and innocent, but behind the scenes, you never stopped scheming against Chloe."

"You were terrified your deceit would come to light, so you thought having a child would tie me down. You're heartless and cunning. I must have been blind to trust you and join you in hurting Chloe.

now, you show no remorse, thinking that bringing up our child will make me comply unconditionally. Linda, do you really think I'm that

colder with each word. Reflecting on it, he realized he really had been under her thumb these past few

up, and I know I need to make things right. I'll apologize to Chloe. I'll beg for her forgiveness on my knees." Linda almost dropped to her knees. "Lucas, please don't leave me. It's been so hard to get to where we

child means more to me than my own life.

sobbing and begging for mercy. Passersby occasionally cast surprised, gossipy glances

past Lucas might have

Lucas only felt humiliated. He didn't want to linger in this drama with

if you insist on having this child, that's your choice, but I won't acknowledge him. The Moncada family won't either, and I won't give you a dime. This child is

can you be so cruel? How can you

the crowd of onlookers had

A mocking voice came from the entrance

surrounded by

of people, who were

in the

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