Chapter 8
Ella’s parents and relatives forced themselves between Arthur and me, surrounding him instead.
“Arthur Desmond! Pay our daughter two million dollars for emotional damages right now!”
Arthur’s face turned pale. “Two million? I already transferred two hundred thousand to Ella! Check with her if you don’t believe me!”
Ella’s father raised his hand, and two burly men immediately pinned Arthur down.
“Listen up, Arthur. Because of your abuse, Ella has lost her ability to have children forever! You owe us two million in compensation!”
Arthur struggled desperately. “Are you crazy? The child wasn’t even mine! Ella tricked me with
someone else’s kid and made me wear the biggest green hat of my life!”
“I don’t even have two million! If you don’t believe me, go ask the company!”
But the Throne family wasn’t buying it.
“If you don’t have cash, sell your car and your house! If you can’t come up with two million, don’t
even think about leaving!”
, Arthur Desmond tried to break free and run, but the Throne family quickly caught up with him. A
crowd of them surrounded him, beating him mercilessly, his groans growing louder with each blow.
Despite everything, I felt a twinge of pity and secretly called 911 and an ambulance.
That was the last thing I would ever do for Arthur. Before the police and paramedics arrived, I
quietly slipped away.
My child was still waiting for me at the hotel.
Half a month later, I finally finished packing my belongings. With plane tickets in hand, I was ready
to leave with Lila.
But just as I completed the checkout process at the hotel, I spotted Arthur lurking in a corner.
He looked utterly defeated, a hollow shell of his former self. As soon as he saw me, he waved weakly
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pretended not to notice, but Arthur wouldn’t let me escape. He rushed over, and the moment he got close, he dropped to his knees in front of me, drawing a crowd of onlookers.
Arthur wailed, tears streaming down his face. “Hannah! You can leave, but please don’t take my child away. Lila is my daughter!”
“You can’t be so heartless as to take her father away from her! I’ve been there for her every step of the way. I’ve poured my heart and soul into raising her. If you don’t let me see her, you’re killing me!”
His cries grew louder, and with them came his self–righteous condemnation of me, painting himself as the victim.
Before long, a crowd gathered, whispering and pointing at me as if I were the villain tearing apart a father and his daughter.
I held Lila tightly and looked at Arthur coldly.
“Arthur Desmond, what is this act you’re putting on now? Since the day Lila was born, have you ever truly cared for her?”
“Don’t think that crying and causing a scene will make me hand her over to you, only to send her straight into the fire pit!”
Arthur crawled forward on his knees, trying to grab my leg, but I dodged him.
He wiped his tears dramatically. “Hannah, don’t say that! Lila has half my blood. How could I not
care about her?”
Seeing the crowd growing larger, I raised my voice.
“Really? If you truly loved Lila and me, you wouldn’t have cheated with your assistant, insisting she
bear you a son to carry on your name.”
“Because Lila is a girl, you never once took proper care of her.
Now that you’ve discovered your assistant’s child isn’t yours, you caused her miscarriage, paid her a massive settlement, and finally regret your actions. Let’s not forget–I know exactly what happened.
Ella’s family beat you so badly that they left you permanently infertile. Without that, you wouldn’t éven remember you have a child, would you?”
Arthur stared at me, his face frozen in terror. He hadn’t expected me to know about his inability to
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ave children.
was simple–Arthur still had me listed as his emergency contact at the hospital. Since the hospital didn’t know about our divorce, they informed me of his condition.
Now, with Lila as his only living bloodline, Arthur was desperate to cling to her, even though she’s a
girl.
The crowd erupted in murmurs of disdain:
“Seriously, how shameless can this guy be? He cheats, and now that everything’s fallen apart, he’s crawling back to his ex–wife?”
“Just look at him. He’s clearly a scumbag!”
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“Disgusting! He left his wife and child for another woman, and now that the other woman’s baby isn’t his, he’s back to harassing his ex–wife. What a piece of trash!”
“Thank goodness she divorced him. Otherwise, he’d have tortured her to death!”