The Coldest Man in the Room Melted Only for Me novel Chapter 387

Seraphina struggled to spit the words out. "It's yours... the child... is yours..."

A cold sneer formed on Pierce's lips. "With such a long list of lovers, how can you be so sure the child is mine?" Remembering her deceit, fury instantly incinerated his reason, and he tightened his grip even more.

Seraphina's face turned a purplish hue, her expression contorted in pain. But suddenly, she smiled. It was a manic, unhinged smile. She tried to say something, but with his fingers clamped around her throat, she couldn't make a single sound.

Seeing that Pierce was entirely blinded by rage, Ethan realized that if this continued, his sister would genuinely be strangled to death.

No matter how abhorrent her actions were, she was still his sister.

Ethan stood up, took a few quick steps forward, and grabbed Pierce's arm. "Pierce, calm down."

Pierce's usual composure had been utterly shattered by this sudden betrayal. He glared at Ethan and roared, "How the hell am I supposed to calm down?"

She had ruined his marriage and driven his family apart. And in the end, she had the nerve to tell him he was just one of many men. The child he had prioritized over his own wife and daughter time and time again—he didn't even know whose bastard it was.

How could he possibly remain calm?!

Seeing Seraphina's eyes beginning to roll back in her head, Ethan yanked downward on Pierce's arm, found a pressure point, and squeezed hard.

Pierce's arm went numb, and his grip involuntarily loosened.

Seraphina immediately collapsed onto the floor, coughing violently.

Ignoring the agonizing pain in her throat, she looked at Pierce with a twisted, manic expression. Between bouts of crazed laughter, she wheezed, "So... you're angry? You trampled... my love... into the dirt... Why should I... keep myself pure for you? Why should I... hahahaha!"

She laughed hysterically, tears streaming down her face.

Ethan frowned at his unhinged sister, his eyes filled with a deep sense of helplessness and heartache. How had things come to this?

Pierce shoved Ethan's hand away, leaned down violently, and grabbed Seraphina by the collar. He roared through gritted teeth, "Say that again if you have the guts!"

Seraphina didn't resist. She let Pierce hoist her up by the collar like a ragdoll.

She stared straight into his furious eyes and spoke with reckless defiance. "You didn't play me. I played you. The child..."

She paused intentionally. Then, beneath the man's terrifyingly intense glare, a mocking smirk curled on her lips. She turned her words into a dagger and plunged it straight into the chest of the man who had ruined her life. She enunciated every single word. "Is. Not. Yours."

The butler went to fetch the baby.

Seraphina planted her hands on the floor and slowly pushed herself up. She walked over to Pierce and looked at him with utter mockery. "The child isn't yours. Why do you still need a test? Looking to humiliate yourself further?"

Pierce took a step forward. Before he could act, Ethan ordered the bodyguards, "Lock her in her room."

The two bodyguards immediately stepped forward, grabbed Seraphina by the arms, and dragged her away.

This time, Seraphina didn't struggle. Only her manic laughter echoed through the living room, fading away only after she was locked inside her room.

The butler brought the baby to Pierce.

Looking at the child, Pierce felt nothing but humiliation and bitter irony. His face devoid of expression, he plucked a few strands of hair from the baby's head. The child immediately began to wail, but Pierce ignored it. He simply turned and headed for the door.

Once inside the car, Pierce used Beatrice's phone to call Scott. "Come to the hospital. Bring a new phone."

During the drive, Pierce leaned back against the seat, his face deathly pale, resting with his eyes closed. As his emotions slowly cooled, he began to realize how suspiciously timed this entire fiasco was.