Chapter 9
Davion also remained silent, with a cold expression on his face, as several slaps were delivered.
Danica’s face was swollen, with blood dripping from the corners of her mouth.
She was beaten to the point where she couldn’t stand, and she fell to the ground, clutching her abdomen and crying for mercy. Davion just looked down on her coldly.
Without any pity, he kicked her in the stomach.
Danica was in so much pain that she almost passed out, rolling on the ground while clutching her stomach.
Blood gushed out from between her legs, staining the white carpet with large patches of red.
However, he still felt unsatisfied and bent down, grabbing Danica’s collar, almost lifting her entire body up.
“What do you think you are?”
He squeezed Danica’s swollen face, squeezing her chin almost out of joint.
His handsome face was almost contorted.
The voice, however, remained cold and calm, “How dare a prostitute make my wife unhappy?”
“I let you be born, just couldn’t bear to see my wife suffer.”
“Do you think you were precious just because you were pregnant, Danica? Who gave you the audacity to harass my wife and make her angry?”
Danica felt her vision go black for a moment.
Her stomach was twisting like a knife, she was scared to death, and she regretted it deeply.
Why did she have to be so greedy? Why did she want to take Mrs. Koch’s position?
She safely gave birth to the child; didn’t she deserve wealth and prosperity? “I dare not, Davion… I really dare not.”
“Please, save the child, the child couldn’t hold on anymore…”
“It was late.”
Davion pushed her away forcefully with disgust.
Danica, you better pray to God that my wife can forgive me and let me come home.”
“Otherwise, your whole life would have been completely ruined.”
“Davion, this is also your child…”
Danica was in excruciating pain, her body convulsing, lying helplessly on the ground, struggling in
agony.
Bloody hands desperately tried to grab Davion.
But he stepped aside and coldly watched her faint in pain.
Just now, a phone call was made. “Take the person to the hospital, as long as they don’t die.”
Davion didn’t even look at Danica and turned around to leave the room.
When I reached downstairs, the ground had already been covered with a layer of white.
Davion was only wearing a shirt and long pants, but he didn’t feel cold.
He dialed Marisa’s phone number again, but still no one answered. Davion lowered his gaze and looked at the wedding ring on his ring finger.
It suddenly occurred to me that it seemed like a few days ago, Marisa wasn’t wearing her wedding. ring on her hand.
So, that day at the hospital.
Actually, she saw it all, heard it all.
But at that time, she didn’t question it at all.
Not even a single tear was shed.
How disappointed she must have been with him.
Davion dared not think, dared not think about Marisa’s feelings at that time.
Just as he couldn’t find words to describe his current mood at all.
I followed the teacher and headed straight to the town of Brightwick, which was thousands of miles
away.
The conditions were rudimentary and the schedule was tight.
The teacher has always been worried that my body couldn’t handle it.
But after getting through the initial discomfort, I gradually adapted to this fast–paced life and work. I changed to a new phone and number.
But the old phone remained turned on, the number was not canceled, it was just left at home and got carried around.
Davion’s calls and messages were almost daily on the old phone.
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But I neither answered nor looked at it at all.
After arriving at Brightwick, I called Paola and briefly explained the situation with Davion.
Paola angrily scolded Davion on the phone for a full ten minutes.
