Charlie frowned. "I'm looking for my son. What's that have to do with the Peck and Stevenson families?"
Victoria paused, her eyes gleaming as she chuckled coldly. "Everybody knows you're the favored child of both families. Didn't the old lady of the Stevenson family just get you back to pamper you? Heh, if anything happened with you, they might resort to killing themselves."
Charlie's expression grew cool. "Is that so? And you're hiding from me knowing that?"
"They treasure you, Charlie. I don't. I'm warning you, don't force my hand, or else..."
"Or else what?"
"I..."
Victoria fumed. How could this man be so hateful?
He knew she couldn't do anything. He knew she had nothing left. Why was he still pressuring her to this point?
Charlie sneered.
"If I decided to come after this child, what can you use against me? Your half-baked techniques? Or are you going to tell your father and have me beaten up like four years ago?"
Victoria jolted.
Endless cold raced down her spine.
She looked at him icily. "You can certainly try."
Charlie paused, then said, "But your father probably won't treat me like this now, will he? After all, four years ago, I was just a poor kid with nothing, no match for his sweet daughter. But things are different now. I'm the heir to the Stevenson family. Think about it. If he knew that his daughter was pregnant with my seed, wouldn't he be so happy he carts you over in a horse-drawn carriage?"
"Don't go too far, Charlie Peck!"
"I'm just telling the truth, aren't I?"
The two stood there as dead silence took over the still atmosphere.
Victoria glared at him with eyes full of hatred.
Chuckling, Charlie released her.
He turned around, lit a cigarette, and took a puff as he turned around to look at the woman on the sofa.
She hugged her arms to her chest, staring warily at him with none of her old softness. Her appearance was that of a spiny hedgehog. Anyone who approached, she stung.
He suddenly felt a bit irritated.
The moment he was sure that the child in her belly was his, he'd been overjoyed.
He'd never thought of separating mother and son.
But the way she looked now, isolating herself, made him feel an abrupt sense of discomfort.
What sort of person did she think he was? An unsightly beast?
She once chased after him with such gentle loving caresses, but now she wanted to run away with his kid? Hide from him for the rest of their lives?
What was this? Revenge?
Thinking of that, Charlie's face sank.
Victoria, meanwhile, calmed down for a while and rearranged her thoughts.
She stood, looked at him calmly, and said lowly, "I've already apologized to you for what happened four years ago. I'll admit that it was my fault that night. But I hadn't meant it. So please, would you just let me go? We're not suited for each other; wasn't that what you said yourself back then? Why are you still tangling with me? I just want a quiet, peaceful life. If you treat this child like you don't know he exists, it wouldn't affect you. If you're still worried, I can leave; run far away, such that you'll never see him again and you won't have to worry about him becoming a threat. Will that do?"
The man's eyes grew completely cold.
He stared at the woman before him as if to freeze her solid.
"No threat to me? Heh! You think I buy that?"
Victoria started.
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