I thought it would be a surprise. Just a second ago, I was still imagining how happy he would be when he found out. But the next second, I did not expect that I would be dragged into this room.

And the initiator was the father of my child!

Leonard smiled, but his smile did not seem happy.

It was mockery!

"You are not worthy of bearing my child. Otherwise, why do you think I chose this moment to implement my plan?" Leonard said, signaling his men to drag me into the room and then all of them went out.

"Tell me, which one should we call?"

I refused to say anything. I could not believe my husband, who had always been gentle and considerate, would be so vicious.

However, the slap I got forced me to believe that the person in front of me was the man who had slept in the same bed with me for a year.

His slap landed heavier and heavier on my face. At first, I felt pain, but later I just felt numb, so numb that I felt dizzy.

Perhaps he was tired of slapping me, he finally stopped and shouted. "Who should we call first?"

I admitted that I was scared at that moment. I wanted to live. Leonard was like a roaring beast without any humanity!

I endured the pain and opened my mouth, but before I could say anything, he threw another slap.

"I have endured you for a long time and you have always been pretending to be weak! Why aren't you the one who died!"

I looked over in shock, only to receive another slap.

"What are you looking at! Go over there and call yourself!"

Leonard sat down, panting and staring at me.

I struggled to stand up, but as soon as I stood up, he kicked me far away.

"Did I ask you to get up?"

I was thrown and hit the corner of the table, but luckily, it did not hit my stomach.

But, I felt a warm sensation on my forehead.

I raised my hand and wiped it. It was blood.

I stared at him and questioned, "What on earth do you want? We are so in love and you ...."

"Shut up!"

Leonard shouted and rushed over, then slapped me again.

"Every time I get close to you, I feel extremely disgusted! We are in love? Who do you think you are? You're not even worthy of carrying my shoes!"

He put his mobile phone in front of me and instructed. "Call!"

My hands trembled, then I clicked on my parent's family's group chat and made a group video call.

To my surprise, they picked up the call very quickly.

"Mr. Roxburgh, is there something you want to order by calling at this hour?”