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.

fists. He would have chased him out if Christina hadn't grabbed his arm so tightly.

now, she was not far away from them. She worried that they would

a word, Hanson walked out slowly. Essie's business was his. He couldn't sit by and do nothing when he knew that she was in

chance." In the car, Essie leaned weakly against the back of the chair. She felt that she had

received Amy's call, he

her to inform her husband of this. After all, Essie had a special constitution, and if there was an accident during the surgery, no one could bear

would lie on the operating table. Zac felt his internal organs were twisted

to tell him that she was afraid that the child was not his. But the words were on the

fist hit the steering wheel furiously. His eyes were like a volcano, exploding with anger, trying to burn her to ashes. She was even willing to risk her life to kill

birth to the baby? If the baby was really a bastard, how could she face the

any time, in case he accidentally hurt her. After a long while, he said insidiously, "You are my woman, and if you are dead, you are my ghost. Unless I die first,

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 accept it? Wasn't he afraid that he and his family would be disgraced and become the laughingstock of

watch her. She was not allowed to step out of the villa, but he

the night. Since he was no longer by her side, she was so scared that she had to