Nyla was irritated by the persistent knocking and slowly walked out of her bedroom. She asked, "Valarie, who's at the door?" Valarie turned to her and said softly, "It's Damon."

Nyla's hand, resting on the doorframe, grew pale from tension, and her already wan face seemed even more drawn.

After a moment of silence, she finally said, "Let him in."

Since Damon was already aware of the situation, she couldn't avoid him forever or remain hidden indefinitely.

"But you—" Valarie's gaze involuntarily dropped to Nyla's stomach, filled with concern.

Nyla forced a smile. "It's okay."

She had known that a day like this would come the moment she discovered she was pregnant.

"Alright then," Valarie replied and opened the door.

An immediate chill ran down Nyla's spine. Facing Damon up close felt far more oppressive than seeing him through the peephole. An icy dread seemed to rise from her feet. Damon's eyes were calm, but his expression was cold and unreadable. Still, Valarie could sense the suppressed fury beneath his calm exterior, ready to erupt.

"Damon, Nyla is—" Before Valarie could finish, Damon pushed past her and entered.

Nyla leaning against the doorframe, looking pale, Damon abruptly

me. I signed the papers. Nyla is weak right

him like this before and trembled involuntarily. Despite that, she

pang of gratitude. Even though Valarie was scared, she still stood

burn... Could

and whispered, "Why worry about

Don't worry. I need to clear things up with him anyway,"

"Alright. If he does anything to

Nyla nodded. "Okay."

Valarie left, the room

pale face, his entire body tense as if he were struggling

felt like an eternity, he suddenly

approached, Nyla subconsciously gripped

"Mr. Sumner, the timing for this baby was not ideal, and we are

fearing he might do something to

touch was tender as if he were handling a

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