Disheartened, I Fled from the CEO with Our Babies
Chapter 194: Premature Birth: Contractions ~

Chapter 194: Chapter 194: Premature Birth: Contractions ~

However, at the final moment, he faltered.

This time, Huo Shaoyan felt that even An Ge’s gaze toward him had turned sympathetic.

"President Huo, you should see a specialist. You only have a problem that most men experience; it’s nothing to be ashamed of..."

Huo Shaoyan stormed out, infuriated.

And he was gone for a week.

An Ge enjoyed a comfortable week.

The only discomfort she had was the constant surveillance by Huo Shaoyan’s people, leaving her no chance to escape with the child.

That week, she stayed in her own home at [Yu Garden].

A week later, one evening, as she returned from a walk with Sister Li, Huo Shaoyan, who had been missing, appeared at her door.

He looked worse than when he left a week ago, his face full of anger that seemed capable of tearing her apart with its ferocity.

An Ge’s sixth sense told her that he was not here for good, and she would be lucky to come out with only bruises tonight.

Before she could speak, he took the initiative, "You have the whole evening to think about your method of dying."

After this, Huo Shaoyan gave Sister Li a cold glance with his Phoenix Eyes, "This doesn’t concern you anymore. You can go."

Sister Li, concerned, gave An Ge a look, then glanced at the fierce-hanging look of Huo Shaoyan.

She wanted to tell Huo Shaoyan the truth, hoping he would be kinder to An Ge, but the thought of her children still under Bai Meilan’s control made her swallow back her words.

So, she merely sighed and, before leaving, said to Huo Shaoyan,

"Mr. Huo, Ma’am is weak. If you have anything to say, speak to her gently. Don’t let anger lead you to harm her, or... you’ll regret it!"

"Get out!"

Sister Li’s advice came to an end, and helplessly, she left.

As soon as she stepped out, Huo Shaoyan dragged An Ge inside, slamming the door shut forcefully behind them.

An Ge was thrown onto the couch, and a stack of photos was angrily thrown at her.

She felt stinging pain on her cheek where the photos hit her. Picking up the nearest photo, she brought it to her eyes.

With just one look, her pupils contracted violently.

It was the female doctor whom Mrs. Huo bribed to perform the "abortion."

The female doctor in the photo was covered in crisscross scars, showing signs of inhuman treatment.

Obviously, the female doctor had confessed everything to Huo Shaoyan. Her fake abortion was now completely exposed.

In those fleeting seconds, An Ge’s mind went blank.

She felt she was completely doomed.

Finished!

Thinking this, she quickly denied it.

No, she couldn’t just admit defeat.

Determined, An Ge grabbed a fruit knife from the coffee table and pressed it against her throat.

The sharp tip immediately pierced her throat, and a trickle of crimson blood flowed down to her palm.

The pain made her mind extraordinarily clear. She looked with utmost calm at the man whose pupils were now contracting, and said word by word,

"If you’re here to force me to get rid of the child, you can prepare to collect the bodies of me and my child right now."

Huo Shaoyan’s throat bobbed with tension.

The veins on his temples stretched, and he shouted angrily at her, "Don’t use your worthless life to threaten me..."

An Ge pushed the fruit knife closer to her throat, causing the blood to flow more freely.

Her attitude was firm, "President Huo, I’m not joking with you. If the child lives, I live. If the child dies, I die. Don’t push me!"

Huo Shaoyan closed his eyes in frustration.

After a long while, he reopened them, glaring at her, and coldly stated,

"The words you said before about liking me and falling for me were all lies. You were just calculating how to leave me, right?"

By this point, An Ge stopped pretending.

"Yes. From the moment you forced me onto the operating table to take away my children’s lives, I only felt intense disgust and repulsion for you.

Every time you kissed me, I felt nauseous. To stop you from touching me, I drugged your drink. It was all because I hate and detest you. Do you understand?"

She paused, forcing her tone to remain calm,

"President Huo, you have no idea how much I want to leave you. Even in my dreams, I’m thinking about running away. Let me go!"

"Over my dead body!"

Huo Shaoyan’s voice was icy cold.

After saying this, he added,

"Live well for me. I want you to see with your own eyes how these two children come into the world and then leave right under your nose."

An Ge’s eyes contracted violently again, her throat tightened as she asked, "What are you going to do?"

Huo Shaoyan curled his lips into a cold smile and said,

"If you’re determined to give birth to them, I’ll help you! As for whether you can raise them, that’s another story!"

Throwing down these words, Huo Shaoyan turned and left without looking back.

The day after Huo Shaoyan left, Qin Lang appeared with Secretary Jin, asking An Ge to sign the latest version of the divorce papers.

Unlike last time, Huo Shaoyan had already signed the papers before her.

The divorce papers were processed the same day.

When An Ge got the divorce certificate, Sister Li looked at her with red eyes and said resolutely,

"Ma’am, you must stay strong and live. Believe me, your good fortune is yet to come."

At this point, An Ge was calm.

She felt that, in a way, Huo Shaoyan had compromised with her by not immediately forcing her to abort the child and not wanting to see her die in front of him.

Even though he said harsh words, claiming her children, even if born, wouldn’t survive, he might not really do anything to harm them.

So, often the worst moments are when hope appears.

She felt she was close to successfully escaping.

She was determined; she could successfully escape from here.

So, she told Sister Li, "I will."

Sister Li felt guilty and became even more attentive to caring for An Ge in the following days.

Time passed quickly, and soon An Ge entered the late stage of her pregnancy.

During this time, Huo Shaoyan never came, and Mrs. Huo tried to visit but was stopped by Huo Shaoyan’s people every time.

In May, An Ge was thirty-six weeks pregnant.

That day was her blood draw day for Huo Shaoyan.

After Qin Lang took 300 milliliters of her blood, An Muxin showed up soon after.

An Muxin looked at An Ge like she was a lost dog, haughtily speaking,

"Tsk tsk, how miserable. Look at you, you’ve gotten so thin you’re almost unrecognizable."

Having just had her blood drawn, An Ge’s head was spinning.

She leaned back into the sofa, gasping heavily.

Seeing that An Ge didn’t even bother to acknowledge her, An Muxin swung her arm and slapped An Ge three times, much to Sister Li’s shock.

Throughout the entire ordeal, An Ge didn’t resist.

Not that she didn’t want to, but she was too weak.

She also feared that resisting would lead An Muxin to frenziedly harm the child in her womb.

So, she calmly endured everything.

Blood dripped from her mouth, but An Muxin still wasn’t satisfied.

Just as she was about to hit An Ge again, An Ge finally spoke.

She said, "If this is about what happened at the bridal shop last time, I’ll take these slaps. The fact that Huo Shaoyan is willing to keep me here indicates that deep down, he doesn’t wish for anything to happen to me. Aren’t you afraid I’ll tell him if you continue to hit me?"

Upon hearing this, An Muxin laughed.

She withdrew her hand and arrogantly said, "Complain? You’re nothing more than trash to my brother. You want to complain to him?"

An Ge said calmly,

"Even if in his eyes I’m worth less than trash, I’m still his ex-wife in name. With his prideful nature, hitting his ex-wife is akin to slapping him in the face."

An Muxin curled her lips and replied,

"Yes, you’re right. You’re just his ex-wife. His current fiancée is me, and it won’t be long before I become his bride, while you... you’ll continue to live like a dog, struggling to survive."

Because of her words, An Ge felt a strong contraction in her abdomen, as if she was about to give birth.

She bit her lip, enduring the contraction’s pain, and coldly said to An Muxin, "Fiancée? Congratulations."