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.

still clenching his fists. He would have chased him out if Christina hadn't

Christina said. Actually, when they had a fight just now, she was not far away from them.

word, Hanson walked out slowly. Essie's business was his. He couldn't sit by and do nothing when

Hanson. I just ran 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

little bit. As soon as he received

to inform her husband of this. After all,

the thought that if he was a little late for the surgery, she would lie on the operating table. Zac felt his internal organs were twisted into a ball. "Why did you kill

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

eyes were like a volcano, exploding with anger, trying to

do? Should she take the risk to give birth to the baby? If the baby was really

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

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

bodyguards to watch her. She was not allowed to step out of

up from a nightmare in the middle of the night. Since he was no longer by her side, she was so scared that she had to cover her