From Heartbreak to Happily Ever After novel Chapter 261

Chapter 261 

Shelia struggled to free herself from Joe’s grip. 

“Let go of me!” she said sternly. “None of you can touch me. I’m pregnant with Mr. Nichols‘ child.” 

Her voice was steady and clear, loud enough for everyone nearby to hear. Some employees poked their heads in to watch. 

Juan’s face darkened. The onlookers exchanged glances, realizing that Shelia’s claim might hold some truth. 

Shelia took a step closer to Juan, her hand gently touching her still–flat belly. “Juan, this is your child, your first child. Are you really going to 

treat him like this?” 

Juan’s hands clenched into fists at his sides. Clarissa, who had been cowering on the floor, immediately straightened her back. 

She knew that in prominent families like the Nichols, offspring were of 

utmost importance. 

If Shelia was indeed pregnant with Juan’s child, her position in the family would be secured. Clarissa felt a surge of excitement replace her fear. She was about to become Juan’s mother–in–law and the grandmother of the future heir to the Nichols family. 

She had nothing to fear now. 

Juan sneered, “You say you’re pregnant?” 

Shelia lifted her chin. “Have you forgotten what you’ve done? We’ve been together for a night, and now I’m carrying your child. You can’t let your people drive me away.” 

Juan narrowed his eyes, but he remained unfazed. Turning to Joe, he ordered, “Take her to the hospital. Watch her take the test and bring me 

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the report.” 

“Yes, sir,” Joe acknowledged, turning to Shelia “Miss Miles, please come with me.” 

Shelia followed Joe out of the room without resistance, casting a glance back at Clarissa, who was still on the floor. Clarissa understood the silent message in Shelia’s eyes. 

If she ratted Shelia out now, both of them would be doomed. She had to endure this and wait until Shelia became Mrs. Nichols. Then her life would take off. 

Steeling herself, she looked up at Juan. “Mr. Nichols, I’m telling the truth. I did all this on my own, with no instructions from anyone. 

Juan sneered at the answer. “Good. Lock her up! Until she’s willing to 

talk.” 

“Yes, sir,” the bodyguards acknowledged, stepping forward to restrain 

Clarissa