After divorce I am a billionaire
Chapter 351 Why do they all say it's his fault?

Not hearing him give a response, the girl panicked a bit.

"Are you still there, sir? You didn't pass out, did you?"

"No." Chad closed his eyes tiredly and said in a weak voice, "I'm tired and want to take a nap."

"Don't, don't you ever sleep!"

The girl knocked furiously through the wall, trying to wake him up, "You are so badly injured. You might lose too much blood from the wound. If you sleep, you may never wake up again!"

Chad was amused.

He grew up with Malcolm in the army for training. He was not that weak so he wouldn't die so easily.

But she was the first stranger besides Malcolm and Lyra to care so much about him, and he felt warm.

"Sir? Are you really sleeping? Or are you dying?"

The sound of wildly patting the wall came again.

"No..."

The girl sighed in relief, "If you are really sleepy, I can talk with you. And I can tell you a story!"

"Can you tell me some ghost stories?"

"Er... aren't we just ghost stories now?"

Chad weakly trembled his eyes, looked around the cell and smiled.

Indeed, it was kinda eerie.

"Sir, I know some lame jokes!"

"It's lame enough in the dungeon."

"My joke, it can be more lame than this!"

The more they talked, the more they got along well. And their conversation lasted more than half of an hour.

It wasn't until the doctor Anthony had called to administer Chad's medication arrived that the chat ended.

...

Anthony drove Lyra back to the apartment in the suburbs again.

He narrowed her range of activity from the entire apartment, to only being able to stay in her room.

Lyra didn't complain and didn't resent, but just asked him for two parenting books to pass the boring days.

Anthony was doing his best to meet her requirements in terms of diet.

Because Lyra was only two and a half weeks pregnant and was experiencing vomiting, lethargy and obvious progesterone overload, Anthony hired a female gynecologist to visit her every afternoon to check on her health and provide her with the right regimen.

At lunchtime, Anthony was called over by Princess Cayley.

"Mother."

He stood across a coffee table in front of Princess Cayley in a disciplined manner.

Princess Cayley put down a coffee cup in her hand. Her face looked grave, "Tell me honestly, that Miss Lloyd you brought here, is the child in her belly yours?"

Anthony froze. He stared at the ground before answering, "Yes."

"Are you trying to protect her from telling me the truth?"

Princess Cayley was so furious that she tipped the unfinished coffee on the table onto the floor, accidentally spilling coffee on her hand.

Under the coffee table was a carpet, so there was not much sound.

Seeing this, Anthony immediately walked around the coffee table, squatted down to her feet and took a wet tissue to wipe her hand.

Princess Cayley glanced at his filial appearance. Her anger subsided, and she said in a serious manner.

"Anthony, you're muddled! I have found out clearly that she was engaged in Crana long ago. By your reaction last night, this child is probably her fiance's in Crana, isn't it?" Anthony kept his head down and did not answer.

Princess Cayley was furious, and the good impression she had of Lyra before was gone.

"She's a woman who changes her loyalty frequently. She's not worthy of you. What kind of bewitchment did she make so you're so devoted to her?"

Anthony remained silent with his head lowered, carefully wiping her fingers.

Princess Cayley knew in her heart how determined he would be about what he wanted so she could only sigh, "Either you get married to a different woman, or you let her abort this baby." "Mother, no!" Anthony immediately looked up, "I will marry no one but her for the rest of my life!"

Thinking of the child in Lyra's belly, Anthony averted his eyes and his tone weakened, "Abortion will hurt her body. This child ... I want her to have it. If I can't stand it after the wedding, I will send the child back to Crana and let the child's father raise.'

Princess Cayley was incredulous, "How dare you want her to give birth? Do you want this shame to last a lifetime? Won't you feel uncomfortable to see this child in the future? She doesn't deserve it!" The words touched Anthony's innermost sensitivity that had been repressed for years.

He mocked himself and raised his eyes questioningly, "Mother, am I such a disgrace? Isn't what you did in the first place? So you are 'the kind of woman like her' as well?" "You! Rogue!"

Princess Cayley stared at him in shock and angrily raised her hand to slap him.

After the slap, Princess Cayley looked at her son, whom she felt most guilty and heartbroken about, and regretted it again, stroking his face.

"I'm sorry. I did wrong and made you suffer a lot over the past years!"

Anthony took her hand and smiled broadly, "It's okay. I'm not in pain."

The days when he once suffered and felt the injustice were long gone.

With tears in her eyes, Princess Cayley continued, "Anthony, since you know that I have been through this, you should know that this is not fair to the child in her belly either. Anthony didn't answer but thought this way.

What was wrong with that?

That was her and Malcolm's baby.

Wouldn't it be fun to let the child become as struggling and miserable as he was later on, and would despair because the child was illegitimate?

"All I know is that I love her and I will marry her."

"But..."

Princess Cayley was even more distressed, "But Anthony, she doesn't love you! Just like me, I'll never love Harrod Gary in my life. Will you really be happy living with such a woman for the rest of your life?"

Walking out of Princess Cayley's palace, Anthony's mind was always on the last words his mother had said to him.

And Chad's words, Lyra's words ...

Everyone reminded him over and over again that Lyra would never ever love him.

If he really loved Lyra, he should have let go and fulfilled her wish!

However, love was originally selfish and possessive. He did all this just to get her. He could also give her happiness!

Why did everyone say that he was the one who was wrong?

He was really not reconciled to it!

At the thought of the child, the outcome of lovemaking between Lyra and Malcolm, and the image of them kissing and flirting, his sanity was gone. Jealousy and resentment were like a poisonous snake that wrapped itself around his heart, making him nearly impossible to breathe.

There was an impulse in his heart to destroy everything!

If he didn't get her, then they would die together!

Mason, seeing that his master didn't look quite right, asked cautiously, "Master, are you going back to Arzew Palace?"

Anthony rubbed between his eyebrows with his fingers. His head was so painful it was about to explode, "Forget it. Leave here and go to the bar."

Late at night, Lyra had fallen asleep.

In a daze, she heard the roar of a car coming from the highway below. She ignored it and went back to sleep.

It wasn't long before there was a sharp knock at the door, accompanied by Mason's anxious voice.

"Miss Lyra! Wake up! Master's drunk and keeps repeating your name. Please come out and see him!"