Chapter 5

Mrs. Moore shielded me firmly, afraid that Declan would hurt me further.

Declan's grip on me loosened. The ferocity on his face froze.

He turned to look at Mrs. Moore, his eyes full of disbelief:

"What did you say? She's pregnant?"

Before Mrs. Moore could speak, Sylvie immediately stepped forward, her tone accusatory:

"Oh my, Mrs. Moore, why are you making things worse?"

"Declan is already angry enough. How can you help Summer lie to Declan? At the end of the day, Declan is the Walsh family child, one of the owners of this house. How can you help an outsider deceive your own employer? If word gets out, which family would dare employ you?"

After hearing this, the wavering in Declan's eyes vanished without a trace.

He slowly turned to look at me, a cold smile forming at the corner of his mouth:

"I have to hand it to you, Summer. After three years, you've really developed some skills."

"You can even get our family's old servant to lie with you to deceive me. You're really getting better and better at this."

As he spoke, his grip unconsciously tightened again:

"Let me tell you, don't think you can fool me with this. I, Declan Walsh, am not that stupid! If you keep up this act, don't blame me for being rude to you!"

Mrs. Moore's face paled with anxiety. She quickly blocked my way, saying urgently:

"Declan, I'm not lying to you. Summer really is pregnant."

At this point, Mrs. Moore slapped her forehead:

"That's right, I still have Summer's previous prenatal checkup reports. I'll get them for you right now!"

With that, Mrs. Moore hurried toward her room.

Declan still gripped my arm tightly, mockery floating in his eyes:

"I'd like to see what fake evidence you two can come up with to deceive me!"

My wrist hurt from his grip, and the dragging pain in my lower abdomen was becoming more and more obvious.

Before long, Mrs. Moore came running back out of breath, handing the prenatal reports to Declan:

"Declan, see for yourself. These are all Summer's prenatal checkup reports, with the doctor's signature and the hospital's stamp. How could they be fake?"

Declan unconsciously released my wrist, snatching the reports and staring fixedly at the writing and stamps.

The next second, he violently threw the papers on the ground, his whole body trembling:

"Summer, you actually dare to cuckold me!"

"Tell me, whose bastard is in your belly!"

Hearing Declan's words, my eyes instantly reddened.

Before, for Hudson's sake, considering Declan was Hudson's brother, I could endure it all, I could let it all go.

But now, he dared to insult my baby like this—this was a line I absolutely could not tolerate!

I raised my hand and used all my strength to slap him hard across the face.

The sharp "smack" echoed through the living room, and everything fell deathly silent.

Seeing this, Mrs. Moore anxiously spoke:

"Declan, don't be angry. The baby in Summer's belly is—"

Before she could finish, Declan roared at Mrs. Moore:

"Shut up! This isn't your place to speak. Get out!"

Mrs. Moore trembled from his shouting. She wanted to say something more but was scared back two steps by Declan's murderous glare.

Seeing this, Sylvie put on an expression of concern for him:

"Declan, don't be angry. What if you make yourself sick?"

"Now that this has happened, the most important thing is to solve the problem."

She paused, sneaking a glance at me, a flash of malice in her eyes, then continued:

"Either you cut ties with Summer completely, and from now on we'll live our lives peacefully, not caring about the bastard in her belly."

"But I know... you have feelings for Summer in your heart, so you definitely won't agree to that."

Sylvie sighed, then said:

"Then there's only one solution left. Take Summer and abort that bastard in her belly. Then everything can go back to how it was before. We'll be just like we used to be, okay?"