Three Months Pregnant, Boyfriend Wants Abortion

"What do you mean by that? The first thing Astrid did when she came back was visit you and this is how you act? Lyra, have you ever learned how to speak nicely?"

The large living room fell into an eerie silence.

Astrid, smiling awkwardly, gently pulled at Lucian's arm, quietly saying that she didn’t mind.

But Lucian's anger seemed like it could tear the roof off. "Apologize to Astrid! Or the contract will be void!"

I took a deep breath and turned around. "Astrid, do you want me to apologize?"

Astrid shook her head repeatedly, her face full of panic. "Lyra, please don’t do this. You’re my best friend. I don’t want you two to end up on bad terms…"

As she spoke, Astrid's tears began to fall.

Lucian, heartbroken, hugged Astrid tightly.

As I was leaving, I glanced back and met Astrid's gaze.

"Lyra, you’ve lost again."

I sneered inwardly a few times and left without looking back.

The next day, I heard the story of Lucian and Astrid's reconciliation from the mouths of several people.

It was the love story of a rich young heir and a pure, quiet flower reuniting after ten years stirred up a storm in the circle.

Standing beneath the big screen at the crossroads, I saw the welcome party Lucian held for Astrid.

It was comparable to a century wedding.

The sound of a car horn echoed and a black sedan stopped in front of me.

The window rolled down and a man's sharp profile, as if carved from stone, came into view.

He wore sunglasses and the silver cane beside him glinted coldly in the light.

"Mr. Thorne?"

The driver spoke up first, "Miss Aldridge, please get in the car."

The confined space made me hold my breath, afraid to make a sound and disturb him.

We drove in silence and it wasn't until the car stopped that I realized he had brought me to the Prescott Family's evening banquet.

I instinctively tried to pull away, but Quillon held my wrist firmly. "Miss Aldridge, I wouldn't want someone who can't let go of their past."

His deep voice lingered in my ear, almost overpowering, making it hard for me to resist.

"Lyra, what are you doing here?" I heard Lucian's voice behind me.

Turning around, I saw him and Astrid standing there.

The expression on Lucian’s face, once neutral, immediately darkened upon seeing me.

He fixed his gaze on the hand Quillon had firmly grasped.

I couldn't tell if it was just my imagination, but there seemed to be a flicker of frustration in his eyes.

“Help me.” Quillon swung his arm effortlessly, his cane tapping the floor with a sharp click.

I placed my hand on his arm as the rhythmic sound of the cane echoed through the space.

Quillon guided me forward to stand before them. “I've brought a small gift, just a gesture of respect.”

Quillon’s simple words were enough for him to place the gift directly into Astrid's hands.

Before Astrid could even thank him, he had already stepped into the venue.

The way he moved, so skilled and confident, made it hard to believe he was blind.

Lucian grasped my hand tightly and, in a low voice, asked, “You’re wearing such high heels. Are you planning to run in them?”

I furrowed my brows, confused by the sudden question, wondering what exactly was behind his words.

But when I turned around to look at Quillon, stumbling as he moved blindly, I couldn't help but feel worried.

"Mr. Prescott, maybe you should focus on your own girlfriend," I said quickly, then rushed to catch up and took Lucian’s hand.

Lucian glanced at my retreating figure and then at his empty hand, feeling an unfamiliar emptiness in his chest.

It tugged at his heart, a dull pain gnawing at him.

"I'll count to ten," Quillon said. "If you're late by even a second, the Thorne Family's plan to rescue your father will be called off."