Chapter 234
I had just stepped out of the Hilton family mansion when I saw Richard’s Maybach parked there, waiting for me. As I emerged, he rolled down his window, his figure backlit by the sun, making it hard for me to see his face clearly. All I could make out was his white suit, a testament to his current obsession. The bodyguard opened the door for me, but I hesitated to approach, even though I knew I had intentionally lured Richard here.
In his mind, it was his meticulous planning that allowed him to whisk me away in Max’s absence.
“Why the fear?” Richard stepped out of the car, his glasses reflecting the sunlight with a cold gleam, mirroring his heart. For his goals, for his mother, he could meticulously plan everything with such depth. A chill ran through me.
He reached out and took my hand. “I told you before, Max isn’t one of us. Ever since the day you were taken away by him, I’ve kept an eye on you. I didn’t expect him to actually have the heart to imprison you.” I looked down, feeling helpless. It was all my fault that I pushed him into this situation.
But in Richard’s eyes, the problem always lay between Max and me.
“Claire, the dean wants to see you,” Richard said, sending a chill down my spine, but I still followed him into the car.
Was I finally going to meet the true mastermind behind my suffering?
Yet, I instinctively covered my stomach. How would Hannah treat me and my child?
“Before we see the dean, I thought we should visit the hospital first p>
Slap-
I didn’t let Richard finish his sentence, slapping him across the face-a slap I had wanted to give him for a long time. Even the driver in front couldn’t help but gasp at the sound of the slap, thinking, “Girl, you’ve got guts p>
After all, Richard had never been slapped by anyone in his life; even his imprisonment was part of his grand scheme. “Richard, if you bring this up again, I’ll jump out of the car this very moment. No matter whose child this is, it’s innocent p>
Richard scoffed coldly, not too angered, but pointed outside to a homeless child near a trash bin. “See that? We could have been like that kid, wandering the streets without parental love or societal blessings, surviving on scraps from the
garbage p>
I watched a boy outside, skillfully crushing a can with his foot and placing it into his bag, lost in thought.
“That’s why the dean and I… we just
don’t want more kids to end up like that. A child without a father, without marriage, without societal blessings, their life is just suffering,” Richard said, his eyes bloodshot as he looked at me.
“Richard, I’ll think about it, but not right now,” I said, meeting his gaze firmly. He smirked and gripped my hand.
“Good, tell the dean you’ve agreed to go through with it. She’ll still love you just like before p>
I pursed my lips and nodded.
“Richard, thank you for freeing me
from that cage. I now understand how precious freedom is. But by saving me, are you just putting me in another cage p>
Richard paused at my question, then quickly responded with ease, “No, you can go wherever you want p>
I bit my lip. His words sounded sweeter than any music.
As we approached the grand entrance of the Price family estate, I found myself too scared to leave the car.