Chapter 950: The conspiracy behind the fetus 4 Chapter 950: The conspiracy behind the fetus 4 Edward Hernandez replied calmly, “Arnold Johnson, talk to after you’ve cald down. I can’t communicate with soone who’s this emotionally worked up right now.”
“Is everything you’ve done just to break up Victoria and ? Tell , is it?”
This was the first ti everyone had seen Arnold Johnson lose his composure like this.
“I truly love Victoria, but I never thought about breaking you two up before cracks appeared in your relationship, because I believe loving soone ans letting her have what she wants. When she liked you, I stepped back to let her enjoy her feelings, and only when she stopped liking you did I confess and try to win her over. You can believe it if you will, or leave it if you won’t—I have nothing more to say,” Edward Hernandez said with composure.
Victoria Garcia stepped forward, approaching Arnold Johnson with calm, “The matter between us has nothing to do with Paul. If you want to hate, resent, hit, or kill, direct it all at .”
Nothing was more crushing than seeing the woman you love defend another man.
Allen ca through the crowd and, taking Arnold Johnson by the arm, said, “Young Master, please calm down first.”
Seeing Uncle Allen, Victoria felt a twinge of sha and turned away.
Uncle Allen’s hair, white as frost, seed to have grown whiter still. Those who had once been a part of her life and cared for her would now have nothing more to do with her.
The sound of Allen’s voice cald Arnold Johnson sowhat, and his hand that was clutching Edward Hernandez’s neck began to loosen slowly.
Once he had the chance to catch his breath, Edward Hernandez coughed harshly several tis before he could calm down.
Victoria did not look at anyone else but went straight to Edward Hernandez in front of everyone and asked softly, “Paul, are you all right?”
“Victoria, I’m fine. Let take you to rest first,” he replied.
The two were in their own world, acting out this scene, while Arnold Johnson’s heart bled, drop by painful drop, feeling nothing but pain.
Arnold Johnson moved to step forward but was held back by Uncle Allen, who advised him in a low voice, “Young Master, let Miss Garcia rest for now.”
After all, this wasn’t the best ti, was it?
Arnold Johnson was well aware, but he simply couldn’t stand the blow.
“Young Master, let the doctor bandage your wound,” Uncle Allen suggested.
Arnold Johnson shook his head and said, “No need, it doesn’t hurt.”
The physical pain, no matter how severe, could not match the pain in his heart.
On the way back, Allen drove the car. Arnold Johnson’s hand still dripped blood, untreated. He insisted on letting it bleed bit by bit, as if that made his heart feel slightly better.
But when his hand touched the B-ultrasound report, the pain was unbearable.
The tiny shape on it was his child, so adorable, so clever, so healthy. Doctor Adams said the baby was growing well, with a strong heartbeat…
“Victoria, how could she bear to do this?” he murmured.
Seeing Arnold Johnson sobbing uncontrollably in the back seat, Uncle Allen felt unspeakably sad himself. The Young Master had always been but never cried, and only a decision from Victoria Garcia could make Arnold Johnson collapse in tears.
Uncle Allen did not say anything because he knew Arnold Johnson needed no words at that mont.
His own child, gone just like that—how could he not be heartbroken?
It wasn’t just Arnold Johnson who was heartbroken; this old man was, too.
Allen could not help recalling the night Arnold Johnson had co to him, thrilled and agitated, so eager and at a loss, like a child…
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