Chapter 3 I hate myself and should have killed you earlier

Sure enough, Chris didn't see me at all, so I had to think of another way. After wandering outside his villa for three days, I finally saw Chris's car coming far away. I rushed over and stood in front of the gate waving desperately. Instead of slowing down, he stepped on the gas and dashed at me. I was frightened to disgrace and hurriedly dodged. In an instant, the blue Maserati slammed into the iron gate and made a loud "crash". The strong impact force completely twisted the front of the car. At the moment, it is braving white smoke and looks very dangerous. Chris is still in there! I hurried over to see how he was doing. However, the door was kicked in from the inside, and Chris came out with blood all over his face. He stared at me with a gloomy face: "Chris, have you forgotten what I said so soon? You're rushing to die?" I panicked and rummaged through the mobile phone in my bag: "You are injured, I call an ambulance." Chris snatched my bag and slammed it on the ground. "Do you know how I got through these months?" The sadness on Chris's face could not be hidden: "All this is because of you." He grabbed me by the collar. "I hate myself. I should have killed you earlier to avenge Helen!" Chris's bloody face looks a little ferocious. He hates me so deeply. Shouldn't I tell him about the child? I regretted my decision and involuntarily touched the test report in my pocket. Chris immediately found out. He frowned and reached into my pocket. "Scared? Want to do something?" "No..." I immediately struggled to stop his hand. But it was late. Chris had already seen it. "Children?" His eyes showed a very complicated look, fingers tightly clutching the test sheet, trembling slightly. I seemed to see a glimmer of hope and tentatively said, "It's mine and yours. It's been three months." "Chris, you and I are not qualified!" Chris's head slumped down. He tore the inspection report in his hand to pieces three or two times and smashed it to the ground. My heart chills. It seems that he won't want the child. "Destroy!" Chris said, "If you don't go, I'll help you in two days!" Say that finish, he turned and left, never looking at me again. Chris's tone is so firm that there is no room for relaxation. I know he always keeps his word, so I have no retreat. If I want to give birth to this child safely and give him a bright future, I have to bite my teeth and walk to the black. I managed to meet Chris's mother and explain the origin of the baby in my belly. "Children in Aaron family are not allowed to be born illegitimate children." His mother only said this sentence and then got up and left. Soon, Chris called. At the other end, he seemed to gnash his teeth and want to eat my meat and drink my blood: "You are really good, Chris. I really underestimate you!" In the end, I got what I wanted, and my wedding with Chris was scheduled for a month later. I caressed and touched the baby in my belly, and my heart was infinite sadness: "When my mother is gone, my father will definitely like you and be good to you." As the days went by, the wedding day approached slowly, but I felt more and more uneasy. Sometimes walking in the street, inexplicably, someone will bump into me and push me fiercely, trying to push me into the middle of the road. Residents who often pass by after work suddenly have flowerpots falling upstairs, almost hitting me in the head. Things are not as simple as accidents. Obviously, someone wants me to die! It won't be Chris, because he will only deal with me aboveboard. Only one person would do this, Helen's sister Nora. But I don't hate her at all, because I understand her desire to avenge her sister. So in the following days waiting for the wedding, I quit my job, tried to go out as little as possible, and concentrated on staying at home to raise babies. Soon, Chris and I got married.