CHAPTER 973: CHAPTER 973: HOW WAS THE CHILD LOST?

Justin Xavier is back.

Leah Thorne looked up, and the chill from outside instantly invaded. Justin Xavier’s tall, handsome figure entered her view. He had rushed over in a hurry and hadn’t worn a coat. A layer of frost had gathered on the broad shoulders of his black suit. He was drenched in the darkness, his expression unreadable.

Laura Xavier knew she couldn’t keep this news from her son. Leah played too hard this time, not hesitating to ruin herself and her career.

Laura immediately wheeled over to greet him, "Justin, why are you back? The company is so busy; don’t get distracted by trivial matters."

Justin strode in, ignoring Laura. With car keys in hand, his cold eyes were fixed on Leah’s small face.

"Justin, you’ve probably heard the rumors outside. Leah’s pregnancy and miscarriage at 18 have nothing to do with you. Don’t listen to her nonsense. Who knows whom she was messing with abroad and brought this upon herself," Laura sarcastically remarked.

A haze covered Justin’s handsome features as if Laura was invisible, and he directly approached Leah. His thin lips moved, and in a hoarse voice, he asked, "Is what they’re saying outside true?"

Leah straightened her pretty back to meet Justin’s gaze and smiled, "President Xavier, which story are you asking about? There’s so much gossip out there..."

"I’m asking if the story about you being pregnant at eighteen and having a miscarriage is true. Did you understand me?" Justin interrupted word by word, his voice ominous.

Leah paused for a few seconds, then nodded, "It’s true."

Justin quickly lowered his eyes, and when he looked up again, fury had turned the corners of his long eyes red. After a long moment, he let out a low laugh.

"Why didn’t you tell me? Why didn’t you tell me, huh?" Justin gripped her smooth shoulders with his large hands, veins throbbing on his forehead as he struggled to suppress his voice and near-out-of-control emotions.

All the servants in the mansion sensed the frightening aura of their young master, daring not to breathe audibly.

However, Leah was not afraid. Her alluring eyes scanned over Old Master Xavier, Laura Xavier, and Davina Rowe, before carelessly settling on Justin’s handsome face. She laughed, "President Xavier, why are you upset? Did I ever say that child was yours? It could have been someone else’s."

Old Master Xavier and Laura were just about to agree when Justin exploded with a roar, "Don’t give me that crap here, that child was mine, it was my blood!"

Old Master Xavier and Laura, "...What he said sounded like an insult to us!

Davina, embarrassed on the carpet, was stunned. She shook her head incredulously; what, the child Leah lost was... was Justin’s?

Only now did Davina belatedly realize the foolish thing she had done!

Justin shook Leah’s delicate shoulders forcefully. He gritted his teeth, his handsome jaw fiercely moving, "Leah, why didn’t you tell me sooner? Why didn’t you call to tell me when you were pregnant?"

"Ha, Leah, I’ve really underestimated you. You’ve had so many chances to tell me over the years, but you remained silent. Now I have to hear from others that you were pregnant. The whole world knows, and damn it, I’m the last one to find out. I must seem so stupid and easy to manipulate in your eyes, right?"

His voice was loud, nearly shouting, the beast-like eruption echoing throughout the mansion, causing everyone to shiver.

Leah had recently lost weight, and after being shaken twice by him, she felt like a kite with a broken string, on the verge of collapsing. In fact, she did feel dizzy, but she kept her back straight, meeting Justin’s devouring gaze head-on, "President Xavier, don’t be angry. Even if I had called you then, what would you have done with me and the child? Did you want the child to be born?"

What?

Justin froze.

A faint smile hung on Leah’s red lips, "President Xavier, if you don’t have the memory of a goldfish, you should remember that you’ve told me countless times you didn’t want children. And, if I had kept the child, wouldn’t you be afraid your grandfather and your mother would be enraged to death?"

The suddenly called-out Old Master Xavier and Laura, "...They’re already furious to death!

Justin’s face turned livid, pressing his thin lips into a cold, pale line. After several minutes, he finally spoke in a hoarse voice, "What to do with you and the child is my decision!"

With that, he gripped her cold, soft little hand and led her away.

"Justin..." Laura called out to Justin.

Justin’s footsteps paused for a moment, his blood-red cold eyes swept over Laura and Old Master Xavier, "Leah is my woman. I don’t like others interfering with my woman, including you two. This time, you brought her here, fine, but don’t do this kind of thing again, or it’ll end badly for all of us!"

With that, Justin quickly disappeared from sight with Leah.

Laura was trembling with rage, was Justin... warning her just now?

Laura increasingly felt that her bond with Justin was weakening. In his eyes, Leah seemed to weigh more than she did as a mother.

Old Master Xavier’s complexion was also terrible, watching Leah’s departing figure, his murky eyes slowly filled with fierce murderous intent.

...

Justin drove Leah back to the villa, and the two said nothing along the way, the atmosphere deathly still.

The lost child had brought their relationship to a freezing point.

Leah took a hot shower and went to bed to sleep. She knew Justin was on the balcony, smoking since he returned, one cigarette after another, craving the numbing effect of nicotine.

Who knows how long it was, but there was movement on the balcony, and then a weight sank beside her on the bed. He sat down, bringing with him the smell of smoke.

"Was the child conceived on that birthday?" he asked.

Leah shrank under the blanket without opening her eyes, "Yes, I didn’t know anything at the time, I was alone, and didn’t know I was pregnant. By the time I found out, I had already miscarried."

"How did you lose the child?" Justin asked, smoking, through the swirling smoke his tightly knotted brows were faintly visible, "You’d better tell the truth. I’ll have someone investigate, and if I find out you’re lying, you’re done for."

"Oh, I went abroad, had nowhere to go, rented a small room. The landlord, seeing me alone and pretty, tried to force himself into my room one night to rape me. I resisted with all my strength, but my stomach hit the headboard, and blood gushed out..."