A Beautiful Misunderstanding

Zac shouted. His handsome face twisted in rage, and his eyes were full of pain. "Essie, why did you kill my child with him?" Every word was squeezed between his teeth.

"No, I'm not with Hanson..." Noticing that he misunderstood her, Essie intended to explain. But the next second, he scooped her up and rushed out in a rage.

"Let go of Essie, Zac." Hanson chased after him and blocked his way. Zac's black eyes shined and gave out a cold light. "Hanson, I will make it up to you."

"Come on!" Hanson said through gritted teeth. His eyes were full of hatred for his love being robbed.

The air was filled with a strong smell of gunpowder. It seemed that the war was about to break out again. Essie had grabbed the arm of Zac. She explained in a flurry, "Zac, you misunderstood me. I am not..."

"Shut up!" Zac snapped.

Hearing that, Hanson could not help but clench his fists tight. When he was about to rush forward to fight with Zac, a sweet voice came from behind. "Brother Hanson, why are you here? I'm looking for you everywhere."

He turned around and saw Christina run to him. "Hanson, my hand has been bandaged. We can go now." While she was speaking, she seemed to notice that Zac and Essie were also here. So she turned around and politely greeted them.

Zac was a little surprised. He nodded at her and walked out.

would have chased him out if Christina hadn't grabbed his arm

own affairs," Christina said. Actually, when they had a fight just now, she was not far away from them. She worried that they would fight,

slowly. Essie's business was his. He couldn't sit by and do nothing

into him by chance." In the car, Essie leaned weakly against the back of the chair. She felt that she had used up all her strength, but she still wanted

anger didn't decrease a little bit. As soon as he received

After all, Essie had

was a little late for the surgery, she would lie on the operating table. Zac felt his internal organs were twisted into a ball.

the child was not his. But the words were on the tip of her tongue and she could not spit them

were like a volcano, exploding with anger, trying to burn her to ashes. She was even willing to risk her life to

to sob. What else could she do? Should she take the risk to give birth to the baby? If the baby was really a bastard, how could she face the blame of

woman, and if you are dead, you are my ghost. Unless I die first, don't do anything else. If you dare to hurt the child again, you will never have a good life." Every word he said was

her head between her knees. Tears kept running from her eyes, making her knees wet. He was so determined to let her give birth to the baby? Wasn't he worried about it at all? If the child was other's, could he calmly

returned to the villa, he imprisoned her and asked a few bodyguards to watch her. She was not allowed to step out of the villa, but he disappeared.

was no longer by her side, she