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.

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

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

face. "It's not like that. Lucas, I love you. I love you so much. Everything I did was because I couldn't bear to lose you. I know I messed up, and I know I need to make things right. I'll apologize to Chloe. I'll beg for her

child means more to me than my

ground, sobbing and begging for mercy. Passersby occasionally cast

past Lucas might have felt

of the crowd, Lucas only felt humiliated. He didn't want to linger in

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 solely your responsibility and has nothing to do with me. I

you be so cruel? How

irritated, and the

mocking voice came from the entrance

emerged, surrounded by

of people, who

the

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