CHAPTER 211: CHAPTER 211: I’M PREGNANT (PART 15)

Lucy grabbed his arm, "I want to do another ultrasound check."

"Then I’ll wait for you in the car."

After paying and getting the receipt, another hour-long queue began.

During this hour, she thought a lot. Elliot Gill certainly wouldn’t let her have the child. No matter what, she wanted this child—she would die for it!

She wouldn’t abandon her own flesh and blood.

In her past life, she didn’t keep that child, but this time, she would.

After the ultrasound, intrauterine pregnancy was confirmed, already 44 days.

Lucy held the examination form, and as she left the outpatient department, she was especially cautious, fearing she might accidentally lose this child.

When she got in the car, Elliot Gill was smoking, holding the cigarette between his left hand’s index and middle fingers at the window.

Seeing her climb in, Elliot Gill tossed the cigarette outside, started the engine, and drove out of the hospital.

He didn’t say a word the whole way.

Until they returned home to Newhope Commons.

He sat on the sofa before speaking, "Abort the child. I’ll arrange for the doctor to perform the procedure tomorrow."

"No." Lucy tightly gripped her pants, "I won’t abort, I want this child."

Elliot Gill was full of hostility, his gaze sharp, "You want this child? Don’t forget, you’ve belonged to me for these five years. How dare you bear someone else’s child?"

Lucy knew that to have the child, she had to speak nicely, she absolutely couldn’t oppose him.

"This is also my child..." Her eyes reddened slightly, "Since it’s in my womb, I want to let this child see the world."

"I won’t allow it. Tomorrow, you must have the abortion."

Lucy stood up, slowly walked to him, then her knees gave way, and she knelt down.

"You..." Elliot Gill didn’t expect her to kneel for the sake of the child in her womb.

"I beg you, let me give birth."

"You think by doing this I’ll agree?" He stood up, coldly gazing down at her, "If you want to kneel, then kneel there. In any case, don’t even think about having the child."

Accompanied by his gradually distant footsteps, the door closed.

Lucy lowered her head, tears dripping onto the back of her hand.

Elliot Gill thought that after learning his stance, even if she was helpless, she would compromise. Unexpectedly, when he returned home in the afternoon, she was still kneeling there, not having moved.

His pupils contracted, "How long do you intend to kneel?"

"Until you agree."

"Do you really think I’ll soften up?"

"You saved my life, and I can let you command me to do anything. Whatever you ask, as long as I can do it, I won’t refuse. But concerning the child, I can’t not want her; on this matter, I absolutely won’t compromise."

Elliot Gill crouched down, "Can’t you consider it from my perspective? Why did I go to so much effort to keep you by my side? Hmm?"

"I don’t know your true purpose, nor dare I speculate."

"Don’t know my true purpose? Dare not speculate?" Elliot Gill’s hawk eyes turned somber, "In your heart, you clearly know it’s because I want you, want you by my side."

"I’m just a worn-out woman who’s been married, what virtue or ability do I have that deserves Mr. Gill’s attention? I’ve never understood, could you please speak clearly, so I understand a bit more?"

"Do you believe... in past lives and reincarnation?"

Lucy suddenly raised her eyes to him, "Past lives and reincarnation?"

But in her past life, she didn’t know him at all.

In her past life, she was always revolving around Jacob Green, let alone him, she didn’t know Charles Sharp, Emma Bennett either.

"Yes, do you believe?"

"I believe."

Elliot Gill didn’t expect this, he thought she would directly reply, ’How could there be past lives and reincarnation?’

"Why do you believe?"

"No reason, I just believe."

"If I told you we were in love hundreds of years ago, would you still believe?"

Lucy found it hard to believe, "Hundreds of years ago?"

"Yes, in recent months, I often dream of scenes from hundreds of years ago. In the dreams, you look the same, just dressed differently and speaking the native language of Country A."

"The white jade bracelet I used to wear was made from a white jade human-shaped jade stone, with the human shape resembling me. That jade stone was from the black market, stolen from The Favored Concubine’s Tomb; I’ve dreamed of a man speaking to me. Were you that man? The Pharaoh of Country A?"

"Those past affairs, if in these five years you don’t recall, at the contract’s end, I will tell you one by one. However, there’s something you can’t seem to remember, which I must tell you proactively. Actually, our first meeting in this life wasn’t at the hospital, but at the black market. I was the person you bought for twenty thousand."

Lucy felt a chill down her spine upon hearing this answer, her back felt cold.

"What... what?" She suddenly recalled that man with tuberculosis, a matter long since discarded from her mind, thinking she’d never meet him again, yet...

"My tuberculosis has long been cured."

Lucy felt a deep fear in her heart, "I rescued you from the black market, and to keep me by your side, you bartered with saving my life? You saved my life, I saved yours; shouldn’t this cancel out?"

"It cannot be canceled." He reached out to caress her cheek, "Because I already repaid you for saving me from the black market."

She moved her face away from his hand, but Elliot Gill didn’t get angry; he simply withdrew his hand.

"When?" She had no idea.

"On the day you saw me at the hospital, when those eight thugs were causing trouble, one person’s knife was about to cut your neck, and I used a steel ball to hit his hand. So, I don’t owe you anything; instead, you owe me a life."

Lucy remembered this, a man’s knife was originally coming at her, but for some unknown reason, his hand shook, the knife deflected naturally, allowing her to dodge it.

Turns out it was him who intervened.

Seeing her silence, Elliot Gill continued, "You haven’t recalled memories from hundreds of years ago. Because you saved me, I just had a goodwill towards you, wanted to meet you again. After remembering, I realized you were already ingrained in my bones and blood; I want to see you every day. What does it matter who you married before? At that time, you didn’t know me; I don’t care, I only care about your future, Tia, the child, can you not have them?"

The final sentence was tinged with a plea.

"I cannot not want her."

Her words chilled Elliot Gill thoroughly, "What if I insist on having the child aborted?"

"Then I would categorize you with my enemies, never to forgive you."

His heart contracted, feeling suffocated.

"Stop kneeling, sit up and talk."

Lucy stared at him intently, "You agreed?"

"Since you said this, what else can I do?"