The Heir's Secret Bride

Chapter 207

"You're pregnant?" Byron's tone was cold and menacing as he stared at her under the dim light. Itis gaze was as dark and deep as an abyss, sending chills down her spine. Maeve's heart skipped a beat, and she thought, I knew he wouldn't let me go.

Tjust didn't expect him to show up so soon.

With a hoarse voice, Maeve met his gaze without any fear and taunted, "So what? This is my child. It has nothing to do with

you."

Byron's expression darkened instantly before he replied, "Nothing to do with me? You wouldn't be pregnant without me! How dare you...

His words trailed off as he thought, 'Abort it without my consent?

"It's in my body!" Maeve's hateful voice interrupted him. The helpless despair she felt while lying on the operating table surged back into her heart.

Her gaze toward Byron reflected resentment as she muttered, "Byron, we are already divorced. You have no right to interfere in my affairs, including this child!"

"Maeve, say that again?" Byron exclaimed.

Maeve stubbornly raised her chin and spat, "Even if I say it a hundred times, it'll still be the same! This is my child, and it has absolutely nothing to do with you. I don't need you meddling in my business!" She couldn't bear the thought of waking up one day and finding herself back on the operating table, calling for help that

never came.

She could not endure the pain of almost losing her child a second time.

Suppressing the suffocating feeling in her chest, Maeve looked at Byron and pleaded with each word, "Byron, for the sake of what we once had as husband and wife, I beg you, please let me go."

'Let her go?' Byron contemplated, his jaw clenched, and the warmth in his gaze toward her faded.

He silently reasoned, I never liked children, but I didn't expect Maeve to dislike them even more.

'She's even willing to lower herself to beg me just to get rid of this child.

'Or perhaps... she simply doesn't want to bear my child!

that thought, Byron grabbed Maeve's chin, his voice icy and dangerous

my child too. How dare she say

ever consider my

you in the future. You'll never

you again, a surge of indescribable fury rose in Byron's chest, and he yelled, "Maeve,

those words, he coldly withdrew his hand, straightened up and ordered,

shrank in fear, and she gasped, "What are you planning

he taking me

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on the verge of breaking

Byron's manor, her range of movement was limited to the master bedroom, and two bodyguards were constantly stationed at the door. Whenever she opened it, they would block

maid checking on her

any different from being under house arrest? Maeve thought, fuming

were in front of her now, she

and said the words mechanically. Afterward. she fell silent as she

her lips tightly sealed, refusing to speak no matter how many questions

and didn't touch the food on

let

to the operating table once. Who knows what else he's capable of?" Thinking about this, Maeve's mood worsened. Her nose stung with suppressed emotions, but there was no outlet for

single bite, surviving only

was still in the hospital, "Mr. Mcdaniel, Ms. Reese's pregnancy is unstable, and there are signs of a potential

is to avoid emotional fluctuations and strenuous activity and ensure

as he asked, "She hasn't eaten

is weak. If this goes on,

a low voice before hanging up and calling the

was lying on the pillow, thinking about how to escape. Suddenly, the phone by

echoed through the receiver when she picked it up, "Maeve, what kind of game are you playing this

long are you planning to keep me locked up here? We are divorced. What right do you

said, "Because I am the father of your child. Stop playing these tricks that will only provoke me further, or

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my child, and it has nothing to do with you, right? Does any) of

you really have to go against