Chapter 811 - 808: You Disappoint Me So Much (9)

Chapter 811: Chapter 808: You Disappoint Me So Much (9)

Seeing him remain silent, Clara Grant let out a soft scoff and continued. "You’ve said many times that you don’t like children, so why should I bother asking you now? But, since you don’t even like children yourself, what gives you the right to demand that I like them? And what gives you the right to demand that I don’t abort it?

"Just because my mother-in-law wants a grandchild? Just because I’m the daughter-in-law of the Quinn family and am responsible for producing an heir for you, so I must give birth?"

"You!" Seeing her twist his words with such a stubborn attitude, Seth Quinn’s anger flared even more.

It was bad enough that his wife had hidden her pregnancy from him, but she had also tried to sneak off and get an abortion behind his back. Was he not even allowed to ask about it? He was her husband, the father of the child in her belly. Did he not have the right to know?

"Me what? What about me? The baby is in my belly. It’s up to me whether I abort it or not. You don’t get a say! I don’t want it, and I’m going to abort it!"

They say you should never provoke a pregnant woman, or she’ll fly into a rage. Right now, Clara Grant was exactly that—a provoked, enraged pregnant woman.

Seth Quinn’s blood boiled at her utterly unreasonable words. He gave a cold snort. "Even though the baby is in your belly, it’s mine too. Why wouldn’t I get a say?

"I’ve already replied to the hospital and canceled your surgery. No matter the reason, you must give birth to this child!"

"Oh, you think just because you canceled it, I won’t be able to get the surgery? If I want to do it, I’ll definitely do it. At worst, I’ll just book another appointment!

"Of course, if you use your power to pressure the hospital so they don’t dare to perform the procedure, I can easily find another one. If big hospitals won’t do it, I’ll go to a small one. If a small hospital won’t do it, I’ll go to a local clinic!"

If one really thought about it, Clara’s words were nothing more than the last stubborn stand of a pregnant woman, venting her dissatisfaction with provocative words. If she had truly been determined to go through with the surgery, she wouldn’t have brought it up so bluntly, giving Seth a chance to prepare himself!

However, Seth was blinded by anger in that moment. He was in no mood to consider whether she was speaking out of spite or telling the truth.

"Clara Grant, then you just try it! Without my permission, let’s see who has the guts to perform an abortion on Seth Quinn’s child!" Seth’s voice was dark and cold, his words echoing with absolute finality.

He cast one last glance at Clara. When he spoke again, his voice was very soft, yet it pierced straight to the bone like a freezing wind. "Clara, you’ve disappointed me too much."

With that, he didn’t even look at her again. He casually tossed his phone onto the table and marched straight toward the door. The door to the dressing room was slammed shut with a resounding BANG. Afterward, everything returned to utter silence.

Clara remained facing away from the door, completely motionless, but her hands were clenched into tight fists at her sides. Upon hearing the loud slam of the door, she finally couldn’t hold back anymore. Her tears fell, DRIP DRIP DRIP, instantly soaking a large patch of the fabric across her chest.

Eventually, her legs gave out, and she collapsed into a chair. Slumping over the vanity, she began to sob quietly. As she cried, she reached out a hand and rested it over her lower abdomen.

Caressing her belly, Clara’s tears flowed faster and heavier, her cries turning increasingly sorrowful. For a time, the entire quiet dressing room was filled with the sound of her low, suppressed weeping.