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Chapter 29
In that moment, Veronica’s brows furrowed tightly, and her lips pressed into a hard line. Her hands, gripping Matthew’s arm, dug deep into his skin, drawing blood before she could forcibly stop herself. The pain she felt only fueled her fury. She coughed to cover her actions, her eyes flashing at him with barely contained hatred.
“I received a delivery order,” she muttered, her voice trembling slightly. “I’m on my way now. I’ll call you back later.”
Before he could respond, she hung up the phone with a sharp motion, and in a fit of rage, slapped Matthew across the face. “You’re such a shameless jerk!” Her breath hitched with disgust at his behavior, and her heart pounded in her chest.
Matthew didn’t flinch, his eyes darkening with amusement. “What’s the matter? Are you worried about your beloved Xavier finding out? Will he be sad?” His mocking tone was like salt on an open wound.
Veronica’s stomach churned, but as disgusted as she was, a new plan began to take shape in her mind. She forced a smile, hiding her bitterness behind a false sweetness. She wrapped her arms around his waist, leaning in close to him. “Is this all you’ve got? Did you not eat, Young Master Matthew?” she purred. “You know, rumor has it that you’re not interested in women. Maybe… you have erectile dysfunction?”
Her words were sharp, designed to provoke him. But inside, she felt a flicker of satisfaction when she saw the flicker of discomfort cross his face. But Matthew wasn’t stupid. He knew what she was doing.
“Don’t waste your tricks,” he replied coolly, his voice not betraying the slightest crack. “The doctor confirmed the fetus is healthy. I’ll protect my child.”
Veronica’s face froze at his words. Her plan to provoke him into a miscarriage had failed. She had hoped he would lose control in his agitation, but he saw right through her. She hadn’t expected him to remain so composed.
Matthew stood up, a satisfied smile on his face as he looked down at her. “Someone will bring you clothes later,” he said before leaving, as if she were nothing more than a piece of garbage to be discarded. The door shut behind him with a finality that left Veronica feeling both empty and furious.
Alone in the room, Veronica collapsed onto the bed, her mind swirling with anger and despair. She had tried to take control, but in the end, she was still at his mercy. She regretted the choices she had made, regretted allowing herself to be in this position, and above all, regretted trying to make herself ugly to avoid his unwanted advances. If only I hadn’t made myself seem so repulsive… she thought bitterly. Maybe things would have been different.
Hours later, someone came to drop off clothes for her. She changed quickly, tossing the ripped ones in the trash. She had to leave. She couldn’t stand to be there any longer. The weight of her helplessness pressed down on her chest, but she had to keep moving. With a determined breath, she stormed out of the room and headed for her motorcycle, eager to escape.
What she didn’t know was that Xavier was nearby. From the car parked a short distance away, he watched as Veronica left the building. He noticed the change in her appearance, the way she looked different from when she had arrived. Why did she lie to me? he wondered, his mind racing.
Hours later, after the Kings Family engagement party had ended, Xavier’s suspicions would be confirmed. He had instructed someone to replay the surveillance footage from the Hilton Hotel, and there it was, clear as day—Matthew dragging Veronica into the lounge on the third floor. He left more than half an hour later.
Xavier didn’t need to see more. He already knew what had happened. The soft moans he had heard from Veronica during their phone call earlier made everything clear. His stomach churned with a mixture of fury and concern.
Meanwhile, Veronica had gone straight from the Hilton to the hospital, hoping to get an abortion. But Matthew had anticipated her move, and as soon as she entered the building, his bodyguards had swooped in, grabbing her and dragging her back to her rented room.
The door slammed shut behind her with a deafening bang. Veronica’s pulse quickened as she shouted angrily, “What do you think you’re doing? I want to see Matthew Kings! Now!”
Thomas, one of Matthew’s trusted men, stood at the door. “The master is busy, Miss Murphy. He doesn’t have time to see you right now.” He gave her a pointed look before continuing, “You can rest here, or you can move into the Kings Residence. Your choice.”
Veronica’s face flushed with fury. She slammed the door with all her strength, the room shaking with the force. “You guys are too much!” she yelled, her voice breaking with frustration. The feeling of being trapped was suffocating.
Hours passed, and when dinner arrived, Veronica couldn’t bring herself to eat. The food was rich and delicious, but her stomach churned with anxiety. It was well past 11 PM, and she was still wide awake, her mind racing.
She knew why Matthew hadn’t allowed her to move into the Kings Residence today. It was his engagement day, and he didn’t want her to cause any more trouble. But she knew that once she moved in, it would be nearly impossible to get out, and she would never be able to go through with the abortion.
Tossing and turning in bed, Veronica’s desperation reached a boiling point. She needed mifepristone and misoprostol—drugs that could help her with the miscarriage. But she knew those pills could only be obtained at a hospital, and regular people couldn’t access them so easily.
As the hours dragged on, Xavier was the only person she could turn to. She had no other choice. She picked up her phone, hesitating as she dialed his number. She had already caused him so much trouble, but there was no other option left.
“Hmm? So you’re finally calling me?” Xavier’s voice came through the line, slightly slurred. He sounded like he had been drinking.
Veronica’s heart sank. Is he drunk? She was so frustrated that her voice cracked as she spoke. “Are you… drinking?” she asked, trying to steady her emotions.
“Yeah, a little,” Xavier replied casually. “I’m feeling down. What’s up?”
Veronica clenched her jaw. His aloof tone stung, and she couldn’t help but feel a sense of hopelessness. “Are you okay? I… I need your help. It’s important,” she said, her voice softening despite her anger. “Please, Xavier. It’s really important.”
Xavier let out a dry laugh. “You’re the one who’s been hiding things from me. Why would you need my help now?”
Veronica’s frustration boiled over. “Xavier, what the hell is wrong with you?” she snapped. “Are you really going to be this unreliable at a time like this?”
Before she could get another word in, Xavier hung up on her. Veronica’s heart pounded with anxiety and rage. She dialed his number again and again, but each time, he hung up on her.
“Why won’t you help me?” she muttered to herself, pacing the room, her mind a blur of frustration.
With no other options left, she thought of Floch—the man who owned a hospital. I can definitely get the pills from him, she thought. It was risky, but it was her only shot. If she had to tell Tiffany about the pregnancy, the Larsons would never believe her. They’d be too worried about Matthew and Tiffany’s engagement. They’d never risk helping her.
Her mind raced, and then something clicked. “Motherwort,” she whispered to herself, the word barely audible.
She grabbed her phone again and searched for more information. She read frantically about the herb—how it could promote blood circulation, remove blood stasis, and potentially induce a miscarriage in pregnant women. It was risky, but it might be her only chance.
Veronica’s heart pounded as she realized what she might have to do next.
