See You Never, Mr. Lamont by Coral

Chapter 173 Self-Inflicted Sentimentality
Responsible? Responsible for what?
Claudia’s breath hitched, and she chuckled, “No need, we’re divorced…”
“The child must always have a father,” Edmond said astonishingly.
Claudia’s heart ski pped a beat, her lips stiffened, and she asked, “What?”
Her panicked appearance resembled a startled little rabbit, with the pure and frightened eyes of a deer, constantly dodging as if she had done something guilty.
She was rarely seen like this.
Edmond chuckled softly and suddenly had mischievous thoughts: “The apparent meaning.”
Did he know?
Claudia’s expression became blank, and in that instant, many words of refusal echoed in her mind.
Just at that moment, Edmond said again, “So many people want to be a father, one more won’t hurt, right?”
He paused for a moment and a mocking smile curled up at the corner of his lips, “Does this make me the responsible man in your heart?”
Upon hearing these sarcastic words, Claudia did not get angry, but instead breathed a sigh of relief.
Great, as long as she doesn’t compete with her for the child, anything is
fine.
“I misspoke earlier, you are quite responsible,” Claudia’s lips curled into a smile, her crimson lips tantalizingly attractive. “As long as you’re responsible to others, that’s enough. We are a thing of the past. Also, the child won’t have a father in the future.”
When Edmond heard the words “there won’t be a dad,” his heart suddenly felt like it had been pr icked by a needle.
Claudia laughed loudly, but there was no trace of a smile in her eyes, and her whole body exuded rejection.
There was no father, why was there no father?
Wasn’t that wild man Pedro, nor Horace?
With the sudden change in my mother’s attitude and her recent panic, an answer came to mind effortlessly.
“The child was mine.” It is not a question, but an affirmative sentence.

Edmond’s eyes were filled with mysterious waves, his voice trembling and lingering. In an instant, his eyes lit up in a terrifying way.
The child was his, if it wasn’t his, the mother wouldn’t have given her all the property.
Nervousness and excitement filled Edmond’s chest in an instant, as a smile curled up at the corner of his lips, allowing his smile to bloom freely.
“It was mine… How nice.”
“No,” Claudia interrupted his daydream, “It’s not yours.”
“Isn’t it?” Edmond stepped forward, squinting his eyes, and suddenly grabbed her wrist. “Then let’s go ask the doctor, how many weeks is the child, when did you conceive, and whether it’s mine. We’ll know once we calculate it.”
He was certain that the child was his, the one conceived on that night.
Upon hearing that he was going to take her to the hospital, Claudia quickly broke free from him and exclaimed in panic, “Edmond, don’t force me!”
Upon hearing her h oa rse roar, Edmond’s heart softened, and he let go of her hand, gently asking, “Why didn’t you tell me that you were pregnant?”
What’s the point of telling? Can it change anything?
Rosalie existed, and her grandmother’s death was also real.
Seeing his unusually happy appearance, she lowered her eyelashes and felt a twinge in her nose.
If it weren’t for Rosalie’s interference, and if grandma were still alive, they would have surely looked forward to the arrival of this child together, and this child would have lived in a family without hatred or calculation.
Unfortunately, there weren’t so many “what ifs”…
From the moment of divorce, the child no longer had a father.
She had been foolish once, it was impossible for her to be foolish a second time.
She bit her tongue hard, and the pain slowly woke her up.
She raised her eyes lightly, with a slight smile on her lips, and casually
sneered, “Don’t be so self-delusional.
Edmond’s smile froze on his face.
Her words were like reckless blades, slicing through the tranquil air, and piercing his heart mercilessly.
Claudia glanced at him with a cold and sarcastic tone, saying, “You and Rosalie conspired to kill my grandmother. You are my enemy, how could I be pregnant with the child of my enemy?”
Her beautiful face was adorned with a faint smile, and in her dark eyes, there was no trace of emotional fluctuation, only coldness and
detachment.
Edmond stared at her eyes intently, not missing any of her subtle expressions, but he noticed her gaze was sharp and indifferent, filled with deep hatred.
His thin lips twitched slightly, and it took him a while to regain his voice, “I don’t believe it.”
“Believe it or not, it’s up to you.” Claudia coldly took a few steps back, chin lifted, cold and resolute. “If I really were to be pregnant with your child, don’t doubt it, I would immediately have an abortion, I wouldn’t let it be born at all.”
At the words, Edmond suddenly raised a wall of ice around him, and a burst of anger surged in his eyes.
Did he make her feel disgusted by insisting on aborting their child?
Edmond emitted a deep and chilling laughter from his throat.
“It was me being overly sentimental.” His eyes turned crimson in an instant, his eyes filled with a murderous rage. “Claudia, don’t forget, it was you who strayed first, and it was you who first mentioned
divorce.”
“My grandmother treated me well, I would never be ungrateful enough to conspire with outsiders to kill her.”
“Remember what you said today.”
In his icy voice, there was a hint of trembling, and his whole body was filled with gloom.
Claudia bit her tongue hard, forcing back the tears.
A cr ack opened deep in the heart, and the cold wind rushed in, making it feel cold and painful.
As he walked away, the scorching hot tears finally streamed down.
My stomach ached faintly.