Charlotte Miller’s body was trembling, Atlas Hallow’s hand supported her shoulder, then slowly moved along her slender shoulder down to her arm, touching through the thin shirt to the spot where the costic adhesive was applied.
Then his large hand gripped her arm like a vise, gradually increasing the pressure.
Charlotte began to feel so pain; inside was the surgical wound, with a small row of injections inside. Would sothing happen if he squeezed too hard?
Charlotte struggled to break free from his grip, but there was no way; their strength disparity was too great.
Atlas’s hand rested on the spot of her wound, not applying extre force but seed ready to break it at any mont.
"Let go of . If you want to know, I’ll tell you. I had a minor surgery here to implant a subcutaneous contraceptive. I just had a miscarriage not long ago; my body isn’t suitable for pregnancy. You refuse to take precautions, so I had to do this. I don’t want my body ruined by you." Charlotte’s eyes reddened; such an ordeal was so humiliating...
When she bit her lip to finish saying it, tears were almost about to fall, but she suppressed them, refusing to cry in front of this man.
She wouldn’t show weakness to him. If he had a shred of reason and compassion, she wouldn’t have needed this surgery at all.
"If it’s only because of your physical issues, I can cooperate with you. But Charlotte, did you undergo surgery just for that?" Atlas’s face was darkly clouded, his eyes burning red, staring at her like a beast.
"Even now, you dare to deceive ?" He spoke each word slowly, each one seeming like icy shards spewed from his lips.
After a few seconds of being stunned, Charlotte instead cald down. He knew now, no need to be on tenterhooks anymore.
Her clear eyes didn’t evade his gaze at all; her tone beca unimaginably calm. "Since you know, it doesn’t matter. No matter what, I don’t want to bear your child anymore. I don’t want anything to do with you. I hope I live the rest of my life simply."
He married her with ulterior motives, and she repeatedly questioned him after marriage. He never wanted to be honest, proving Hailey Hill ant more to him than she did, so asking further was pointless. If he wanted to, he should have explained when she first asked.
Atlas’s pupils contracted a bit, the pain like a giant hamr fiercely pounding his heart.
The man laughed coldly, then grabbed Charlotte’s hand and strode into the gynecologist’s office.
"Without my permission, you dare implant contraceptive injections in my wife? Do you not want this job anymore?" Atlas’s tone grew increasingly cold, more evident.
This was their affair; how could it involve others?
Seeing the doctor scared stiff, Charlotte’s anger burned fiercely, glaring at Atlas: "This has nothing to do with the doctor. It’s my freedom not to bear children. Which law requires to give birth to your children?"
"I am your law..." Atlas was enraged by Charlotte, suddenly raising his voice.
Danger swept in.
Charlotte’s breathing quickened, chest rising and falling. She was ready to risk it all: "I just don’t want to have children for you. I don’t want to, don’t want to, don’t want to..."
This sentence completely provoked Atlas to lose rationality, aggressive energy filled the doctor’s office, and he raised his big hand fiercely...
Charlotte’s body shrank, instinctively closing her eyes, expecting the impending slap.
The air suddenly froze.
The stunned doctor didn’t dare utter a word from beginning to end, petrified in place.
Yet the anticipated slap did not descend.
Atlas just turned his head toward the doctor and said, "Remove the injections from her body. If you dare ss around, I’ll make sure you permanently lose your practice qualification."
Atlas always made a point of controlling his temper, an aspect he always prided himself on. Yet this damned woman had completely broken all his self-restraint, unbelievably fighting with her in a hospital. Only heaven knew Charlotte had pushed him to the brink of madness.
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