Chapter 248:
On the other end, Farrah’s situation was growing dire. Her attempt to flee had not gone unnoticed by Felipe.
He kept her confined in the car, her phone switched off and discarded where she couldn’t reach it.
“Thinking of escaping?” Felipe’s voice was cold, his eyes a piercing glare as he tightened his grip on her wrist.
This betrayal was unexpected.
Just last night, Farrah had vowed to comply with his demands and terminate her pregnancy. Yet, under his nose, she had covertly purchased a plane ticket to escape while he was busy at work.
“Let me go!” Farrah cried out, desperation fueling her struggle. The overwhelming difference in their physical strength made her attempts seem almost pitiful.
Felipe’s grip remained unyielding as he issued a chilling command to his assistant. “Drive. We need to reach the hospital now.” His voice cut through the tense air like a blade.
Without hesitation, the assistant ignited the engine and steered the vehicle toward the hospital.
The landscape blurred past the windows, marking their rapid departure from the airport. Beside him, Farrah’s heart pounded fiercely against her chest, a tumultuous wave of panic and dread swelling within her.
The very thought of what might happen to her baby chilled her to the bone. Terminating the pregnancy was something she couldn’t accept.
“Felipe, if you force this abortion on me, I will never forgive you!” Tears streaked her flushed cheeks, her eyes a fiery testament to her resolve.
Felipe, however, seemed unmoved by her pleas. He merely tightened his hold, ensuring she remained firmly by his side, her movements severely restricted.
The car journey felt endless, stretching on for a grueling hour until the facade of the hospital loomed before them.
Lᴀtєst ϲh𝓪ρtєrs ιn g𝒶l𝑛ovєls.𝓬0𝓶
Farrah’s resistance peaked as she refused to get out, her instincts screaming at her about the grim reality that awaited beyond the car doors.
Felipe cast a glance her way, his features betraying a fleeting shadow of reluctance. Still, he stood firm and pulled her from the car with firm, unshakable force.
His voice was low, an attempt to mask the storm brewing within him. “Be good, Farrah. Your health isn’t in the right state to carry a child now. If you truly desire a family, we can consider it once you’ve recovered.”
“You just want to rid yourself of this baby because you doubt he’s yours, isn’t that it?” Farrah pressed, her voice raw with emotion, her wrist throbbing painfully from his iron grip. “Why make up such excuses?” she demanded, her gaze piercing.
Felipe’s response was sharp, a clear edge of warning in his tone.
“Enough!”
Farrah’s gaze burned with unyielding defiance.
The hospital corridors were eerily silent, amplifying the gravity of her situation. Given Farrah’s identity, Felipe had meticulously orchestrated this moment, sparing no detail.
He didn’t waste time explaining to Farrah; he simply signaled the waiting doctors and coldly handed her over.
They moved with mechanical precision, disregarding Farrah’s frantic struggles and the tears streaming down her face.
Her resistance was poignant but futile.
She was forcefully led toward the operating room, stripped of her means to seek help or alert the authorities.
Powerless, she couldn’t even shield her own child from what was to come.
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