Chapter 4

As soon as she said that, Declan immediately frowned, thinking for a moment before speaking:

"That's fine too. After all, Sylvie is already carrying my baby, and it'll be a Walsh heir."

"As long as you behave and treat Sylvie and the child well, when the baby is born, I'll let him call you 'Mom' too."

Hearing this, I wasn't angry at all. Instead, I couldn't help laughing twice.

Did Declan think way too highly of himself?

When I'd laughed enough, I finally looked up at them, saying each word clearly:

"I went to the hospital for a prenatal checkup."

As soon as I said that, Declan's expression froze instantly.

But within a second, he burst out laughing:

"Summer, when you're making up lies, could you at least put some effort into it? Do you think I don't know who's in your heart? In this lifetime, besides me, how could you possibly be pregnant with anyone else's child?"

Sylvie nodded too, looking at me with contempt in her eyes:

"Summer, I know what happened between Declan and me makes you angry, but you can't deliberately say things like this to upset Declan and make him jealous. That's way too childish."

I wiped the smile off my face. Since that's how it was, I might as well say everything clearly at once.

Given Hudson's jealous nature, if he found out what was happening right now, who knows what kind of scene he'd make.

After a pause, I spoke:

"Declan, the day you took Sylvie abroad, we already broke up."

"And now, I'm already married. My husband is very jealous, so stop bothering me."

"Also, didn't you already get a marriage certificate with Sylvie? Then I wish you both a lifetime of happiness together. Don't say these things to me anymore. It's pointless."

With that, I didn't give them another glance and headed upstairs.

But just then, my wrist was suddenly grabbed.

Anger crept onto Declan's face:

"Summer, so this is how you want to play it?"

"Sylvie and I have been trying to appease you ever since we got back from abroad, giving you every way out! But you just keep pushing your luck!"

"Fine, fine, fine. If that's how it is, then get out. Get out of my house."

Sylvie quickly followed, pretending to pull at Declan's arm, though her eyes couldn't hide her smugness, her voice soft and gentle:

"Declan, don't be angry. Summer is just confused for a moment. Don't make her leave. It's so late now, and Summer is an orphan with no one to rely on. Besides here, where else can she go? Please forgive her one more time, okay?"

Her words completely ignited Declan's fury.

Not only did Declan not let go, he gripped even tighter:

"So what if she's an orphan? She's the one who doesn't know what's good for her, who's ungrateful. Then she can get out and fend for herself!"

With that, he yanked hard, trying to drag me downstairs.

I frantically raised my hand to cover my lower abdomen, shouting at him:

"Declan, let go of me! Let go!"

But Declan acted as if he hadn't heard, still gripping my wrist tightly, forcefully pulling me down:

"Weren't you so capable just now? Why are you clinging to my house now?"

Just then, the kitchen door was pushed open. The housekeeper, Mrs. Moore, came out carrying dishes. She immediately saw what was happening.

Her face changed drastically. She set the plate down on a nearby cabinet with a clang and rushed over, running and shouting:

"Let go of Summer right now! Summer is pregnant—she can't handle this kind of treatment! Let go, don't hurt Summer and the baby!"