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!

voice icy and dangerous as he asked, "Do you

too. How dare she say no

ever

far away from you in the future. You'll never have to see me again. This child...

indescribable

his hand, straightened up and ordered,

in fear, and she gasped, "What are you

taking me

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the verge

limited to the master bedroom, and two bodyguards were constantly stationed

was even a maid checking on her

different from being under house arrest? Maeve

in front of her now, she might not be able to resist

she fell silent as she placed the food on the table. Frustrated, Maeve asked, "Has Mr.

her lips tightly sealed, refusing to speak no matter how

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

can't let

to cry if that happened. He's already 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 emotions, but there was no

a single bite, surviving only

condition and immediately reported the situation to Byron, who was still in the hospital,

activity and ensure proper nutrition.

he asked, "She

"Yes. Ms. Reese's constitution is weak. If this goes on, it will cause

understand," Byron spoke in a low voice before hanging up and calling the master bedroom at

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

kind of game are you playing this time?

know? How long are you planning to keep me locked up here? We are divorced. What right do you have to treat me like this?" Chapter

the father of your child. Stop playing these tricks that will only provoke me further, or

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him, I believe I've told you before that this is my child, and it has

"Do you really have to