Sold To a Handsome Trillionaire by Wanda Lowe

Attractive Billioaire 199 Chapter 199 Her Child Is Not Mine

How... How could this be possible?

Nash lifted his head, his mouth slightly open as if to speak, but before he could utter a word, David's foot slammed into his chest.

Blood trickled from the corner of his lips, splattering onto the floor in a crimson pool.

He didn't fight back. He took the beating without resistance.

"Wait... Wait," Nash gasped, dropping to one knee. He wiped his face carelessly, paying no mind to the blood smearing across his skin. "Mr. Ellison, you came here burning with rage, determined to kill me. Why? What could make you hate me this much?"

David's expression was ice-cold. "You want to know why? Fine. I'll make sure you die with a clear understanding!"

Nash didn't blink. His gaze locked onto David's.

"Then say it, Mr. Ellison."

David's voice was sharp as a blade. "Because you bought Caroline. Because on the night of our wedding, you took her virginity. And after that night, she got pregnant with your child. Even now, knowing the baby is yours, she refuses to give it up and is determined to bring it into this world. So tell me, Nash, do you think you deserve to live?"

words sharp and deliberate. "Did I make

for revenge. He was here to make Nash and the entire Newton family pay for

he kept her by his side, slowly suffocating her under his control. But he could simply destroy

barely stay on his knees. His arms gave

continued with a mocking sneer, "that she never once mentioned her pregnancy to you. And now that you finally know

"... ..."

teeth chattered. He couldn't form a

crouched down, his voice dripping with scorn. "So what's your plan? Will you fight to the death to protect Caroline and your child? Or will you walk away refusing to take responsibility? Because once the Woods family learns about this,

Woods family's support, Nash's

would choose his future or

made your choice once," David sneered. "When it was

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love, or your career and

nothing for a

patience snapped.