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!

his voice icy and dangerous as he asked,

How dare she say no as if

she ever

away from you in the future. You'll

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

hand, straightened up and ordered, "Send someone over immediately and take her

fear, and she gasped, "What

he taking me there? Maeve

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the verge

of movement was limited to the master bedroom, and two bodyguards were constantly stationed at the door. Whenever she opened

was even a maid checking on

different from being under house

front of her now, she might not

The maid pushed a small cart into the room and said the words mechanically. Afterward. she fell silent as she placed the food on the table. Frustrated, Maeve

tightly sealed, refusing to speak no matter

wasting her breath and didn't touch the food on the table, contemplating.

can't let my

had me drugged and sent 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

eaten a single bite, surviving only on the fruits in the

who was still in the hospital, "Mr. Mcdaniel, Ms. Reese's

most important thing is to avoid emotional fluctuations and strenuous activity and ensure proper nutrition.

gaze darkened as he asked, "She hasn't eaten anything

"Yes. Ms. Reese's constitution is weak. If this goes on, it will cause significant harm to both her

before hanging up and calling the

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

it up, "Maeve, what kind of game are you playing this time? Is starving yourself supposed to be

me locked up here? We are divorced. What

I am the father of your child. Stop playing these tricks that will only provoke me further, or I can't promise what

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that this is my child, and

really have to go