CEO's Dumb Bride

Chapter 79 Giving Up

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Lilian gritted her teeth, the pain making her face grow even paler as she stared into his deep eyes. Gradually, she gave up resistance.

Francis didn't make any further moves. He just watched Lilian until she completely quieted down before letting go of her.

Lilian slid off the table and collapsed weakly to the ground. Clutching her abdomen, she couldn't move.

The slightest movement would cause her a piercing pain.

"Think carefully about what I said." The man's voice came from above.

He turned to leave, but his pants suddenly tightened. Looking down, he saw that Lilian had grabbed onto his trouser leg.

Lilian slowly raised her pale face. Any normal person would notice her pain.

Her lips quivered as she took two deep breaths to suppress the pain.

Lilian let go of him, raising her hand and gesturing slowly. "Since you hate me and everything around me so much, why don't you divorce me?"

Francis's eyes darkened, and he suddenly crouched down.

He lifted her chin and said, "You're becoming more and more forgetful. Have you forgotten what I told you so quickly?"

Lilian weakly stared at him. She hadn't forgotten.

He had warned her against seeing Courtney and bringing up divorce.

But she defied his orders.

Lilian felt like a dog locked in a cage. Having no freedom, she could only wag her tail and beg for mercy.

"Is this how you take care of me for a lifetime? Locking me up in a cage forever?"

Francis's eyes that were locked with hers flickered with something, but it disappeared before she could catch it.

After a while, he said, "If that's how you want to understand it, then fine."

His words struck her like a thunderbolt.

She closed her eyes, tears sliding down her pale face. It was a sign of her compromise.

After a moment, Lilian opened her eyes and gestured to him. "If I stop seeing Courtney, can you help her get out of her current predicament?"

"Lilian, I'm not negotiating with you."

Francis unhesitatingly rejected her proposal. He released her chin, stood up, and said, "It seems you've already made your choice."

With that, he walked out of the study without looking back.

Lilian sat slumped on the ground and hung her head. Her disheveled hair covered half of her face.

Francis went downstairs, and coincidentally, Fabiana brought out her stuff. When she saw Francis, she awkwardly stood there, unable to hide what she held in her hands.

Her tattered belongings were too dirty and completely out of place in this beautiful villa.

Francis took the coat from the hanger, glanced at her, and said, "Don't let me see this pile of junk again."

"I'll just..." Fabiana paused and looked at him in confusion, "Young Master, what do you mean?"

Francis calmly said, "Since she has let you live here, make sure you keep an eye on her."

Fabiana stood still for a while, only realizing the meaning behind his words after Francis had walked away.

A bitter smile appeared on her wrinkled face.

Fabiana left her belongings behind and went upstairs to find Lilian.

From the door to the study, she saw Lilian lying disheveled on the ground. Stunned for a moment, she hurried in and helped Lilian up.

"Lily, what happened to you?"

Lilian slowly opened her eyes, cold sweat covering her forehead and neck, as if she had been fished out of water.

With great difficulty, she raised her hand and placed it on her lower abdomen.

Only then did Fabiana see the scattered spots of blood on her pants.

"You..." Fabiana changed colors. Losing no time, she took out her phone and prepared to call an ambulance.