Want My Womb? I'll Make You Childless novel Chapter 130

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Hearing the man’s words, Olivia’s pupils contracted. Her right hand unconsciously gripped the doorknob, her heart pounding so hard.

she could barely hold on.

He could solve all her current problems?

Could he help her gain a foothold in the Bennett family?

“Who are you?”

“You don’t even know what problems I’m facing. How can you help me solve them?”

The middle–aged man’s smile didn’t waver, his tone remaining calm.

“Ms. Bennett, my name is Daniel Quinn.”

“Diane Bennett probably didn’t mention me, but she was able to marry Richard Bennett and gain a foothold in the Bennett family

because of me.”

“And I know everything about your lives in the Bennett family over the years.”

Olivia was shocked. She stood on her toes and scrutinized the man outside through the peephole.

Seeming to sense her gaze, the middle–aged man’s smile deepened, the fabric of his bespoke suit shimmering subtly in the hallway

light.

“My mother already confessed. You’re overseas. What can you possibly do?”

Olivia’s voice held a hint of skepticism. The chill from the metal doorknob seeped into her fingertips, making her shiver.

“So she confessed. What does that matter when you’re still here?”

Daniel’s eyes were as deep as a well, his pupils reflecting the dim light from the corridor.

“Are you really content to be stuck here, waiting for the Bennett family to completely abandon you?”

The question hit Olivia’s weak spot with pinpoint accuracy.

Her greatest fear was that, with Diane’s confession, Richard and Victor Bennett would turn their anger on her, venting their

frustrations on her.

“Besides, I have plenty of ways to get Diane’s case overturned and extricate her from this mess.”

Hearing this, Olivia’s hand, gripping the doorknob, trembled, causing a soft “click.”

The door cracked open, and a rush of cold air swept in, carrying with it the faint scent of cedarwood from Daniel.

Peeking through the opening, Olivia noticed two men in black suits standing behind Daniel. The subtle outline of something bulged at

their waists.

Startled, she instinctively stepped back, then hurriedly reached forward, wanting to slam the door shut.

Sensing her apprehension, Daniel waved his hand, gesturing for the bodyguards to step back. He then used his foot to stop her from closing the door.

“What can you do?”

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Olivia eyed Daniel warily, the dim hallway light finally allowing her to make out his features.

It was a face meticulously cared for, time having left few marks. But the scar that ran from his jawline to his ear added a touched ruggedness to his otherwise refined features.

Daniel offered a smile that was almost kind, meeting Olivia’s gaze directly.“As I just said, I can get Diane’s conviction overturned.”

“I can also bring you back home, reunite you with your mother, and regain the trust of your father and brother,”

His voice was low, yet it carried an undeniable conviction, each word like a hook, snagging the darkest desires in Olivia’s heart.

She watched Daniel with a wary gaze, her mind racing, calculating the truth behind his words.

“Why help me?”

“What do you want?”

Olivia knew better than anyone that there was no such thing as a free lunch,

“It’s simple.”

Daniel looked at Olivia’s face, so strikingly similar to Diane’s, a flicker of nostalgia passing through his eyes.

“Richard Bennett has something I need. I want you to get it out of the Bennett family for me.”

“What is it?”

Olivia’s mind raced.

If what he wanted her to take would harm the Bennett family’s interests, then handing it over would lead to their ruin, and she would

still be no better off.

“Don’t worry.”

Seeing her concerns, Daniel Quinn’s eyes flashed with relief. This kid was sharper than he’d expected.

“This won’t harm the Bennett family in the slightest. In fact, it’s within the Bennett family that it poses a danger to them and you and your mother.”

“Just help me get it out and give it to me, and I’ll guarantee you a lifetime of security.”

Hearing this, Olivia’s heart pounded in her chest like a trapped rabbit, making her ribs ache.

Reason told her not to trust a stranger so easily, but her current predicament left her no choice.

With Diane Bennett in prison and the Bennett family turning a blind eye, she was like a kite with a broken string, left to drift in the

wind.

Daniel Quinn was her only lifeline, and even if that lifeline might be poisonous, she had to grab hold of it.

“Okay, I agree.”

Taking a deep breath, a flash of ruthlessness flickered in her eyes. “But you have to promise you’ll do as you say. If I find out you’re lying to me, I swear, even if I die, I won’t let you get away with it.”

She had nothing left to lose anyway. Dragging someone down with her before she died wouldn’t be so bad.

A meaningful smile touched Daniel’s lips, laced with admiration.

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He liked the ruthlessness in Olivia, it reminded him so much of himself.

“I don’t make empty promises.”

He pulled out a document and a pen from his briefcase. “Sign this. From now on, you follow my instructions without question.”

Olivia took the document and read it carefully. The terms were clear.

She was to assist Daniel in getting close to Richard, in order to retrieve a document labeled “Top Secret.”

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In return, Daniel would ensure her safety, provide resources after her return to the States, and execute a plan to get back at Clara. He would also give her a monthly allowance of $100,000 until the task was completed.

Without hesitation, Olivia picked up the pen and signed her name at the bottom of the document.

Daniel took the document, nodding in satisfaction.“Pack your things. We leave in an hour.”

So soon?

Surprise flickered in Olivia’s eyes, but remembering the terms of the agreement, she simply nodded and headed towards the bedroom.

Daniel stood outside the room, taking in the modest space.

An Hermes Birkin lay discarded, the top revealing a glimpse of a limited–edition lipstick.

An overturned wine glass stained the carpet with a dark red blotch, like an ugly scar.

A crumpled Chanel haute couture dress lay on the sofa, two pearls missing from the skirt and rolled under the coffee table.

It was clear to Daniel how frantic Olivia had been before he arrived.

Olivia hurried into the bedroom and yanked open the closet in her walk–in wardrobe, haphazardly stuffing designer clothes into a suitcase. Then, as if remembering something, she turned back to grab her passport and bank cards from the nightstand, clutching them tightly in her hand.

An hour later, Olivia followed Daniel out of the apartment.

A black Bentley Mulsanne was already waiting downstairs, its windows tinted to the darkest possible shade, obscuring the interior.

A bodyguard took her suitcase and efficiently stowed it in the trunk, not uttering a single word.

Olivia glanced at the bodyguard before settling into the back seat. Even as the soft leather enveloped her, she couldn’t shake the feeling of unreality.

Noticing her discomfort, Daniel handed her a glass of water.

“Relax, drink some water.”

Olivia took the water cup, feeling the warmth on her fingertips, but it couldn’t warm her icy heart.

She didn’t know what she would face following Daniel, but she knew she had no turning back.

As long as she could return to the States, she still had a chance to make a comeback, and Clara, who had caused her current predicament…

Olivia narrowed her eyes, a flash of resentment in their depths, her nails digging deeply into her palm, drawing blood without her even noticing.

Clara, you’ve ruined me, and I won’t let you get away with it!

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Back in the States, at the Military Medical Center, inside a hospital room.

Warm yellow light softly spilled across the floor, illuminating the fine dust particles floating in the air.

Ryan Walker leaned against the hospital bed, holding his phone, looking at the message Kevin had just sent.

“Three organizations are simultaneously screening, and we’ve found a candidate with a 92% match. Male, Nathan Lewis,35 years old, no history of major illnesses. We’ve already contacted him.”

“He has agreed to cooperate with in–depth genetic testing and a physical exam. I’m on my way to pick him up now, expected to arrive at the airport by ten AM tomorrow.”

A smile appeared on Ryan’s face.“They’ve found a stem cell match.”

Clara was sitting on the sofa nearby, wearing a cream–colored cardigan that made her skin appear even fairer.

Hearing this, she looked up sharply.“Really?”

“Yeah.”

Ryan looked at the light in Clara’s eyes and smiled with relief, the weight that had been pressing on his heart finally lifting.

He had been caught between hope and despair countless times during this period.

Watching Clara work tirelessly for him, taking care of his daily needs while also dealing with Diane’s case, the pain and self–reproach in his heart almost overwhelmed him.

He also thought that if they couldn’t find a suitable match, Clara, with her persistence, would definitely bring up undergoing IVF again. He had heard how painful the egg retrieval process was, the risks during pregnancy, and the damage to the body after childbirth.

He didn’t want Clara to go through any of that.

Now, this sudden good news was like a ray of light shining into his dark world.

“But the match is only 92%. Won’t the risk of rejection be high?”

Clara took the phone from Ryan’s hand and read Kevin’s message again and again.

She remembered Professor Lee saying that the risk of rejection in non–blood–related transplants was inherently higher than in blood–related transplants. Even if the matching degree met the standard, various complications could occur after the operation, even life–threatening ones.

“All surgeries carry risks,” Ryan said.

Ryan gently patted the back of her hand, the warmth of his palm transmitted through her skin, carrying a sense of comfort. “Professor Lee said that as long as the matching degree reaches over 90%, it’s worth considering for a transplant.”

“Afterward, we can use the best anti–rejection drugs, and the medical team will follow up throughout the whole process. We’ll figure it

out.”

He knew about Clara’s worries, but at this moment, he just wanted her to breathe a sigh of relief temporarily. She had been too tired these days.

“Don’t think too much.”

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As he said this, Ryan took his phone back from Clara. Just as he was about to lock the screen, the phone vibrated, and an anonymous text message popped up.

“If you don’t want your match to disappear into thin air, don’t interfere with Clara’s affairs.”

Seeing the message, Ryan narrowed his eyes.

Who sent the message? How could they be so well–informed?

He had just received the message that Kevin Keller had been found, and immediately after, he received this message.

And they told him not to interfere with Clara’s affairs. What were they planning to do to Clara?

“What’s wrong?”

Clara noticed something was off and glanced at him.

“Nothing.”

Ryan tucked his phone under the pillow, forcing a smile.“Just a little hungry.”

Clara checked her watch; it was almost noon.

“What do you want to eat? I’ll have them make something and send it over.”

Ryan considered it for a moment.“How about we eat in the cafeteria today?”

“Yesterday, I caught a whiff of braised pork from the next room, and it smelled amazing.”

“Okay, you wait here. I’ll go get us some.”

Clara said, grabbing her phone and heading out of the room.

Once he was sure Clara was in the elevator, Ryan pulled out his phone and dialed Evan Taylor’s number.

“Evan, get in touch with Kevin Keller.”

“They’ve found a stem cell donor for him. I want you to personally take a trip, bring some guys and meet him, make sure he takes all the necessary precautions to ensure his safety.”

He screenshotted the message he’d just received, along with the number, and forwarded it to Evan.

“Also, trace the origin of this anonymous number.”

“Keep a close eye on the Bennett family’s movements, especially Richard Bennett and Victor Bennett. Report everything they do to me.”

He wanted to see who was pulling strings behind the scenes, trying to keep him away from Clara.

“Oh, and send a few guys over here to protect Clara. Don’t let anything happen to her.”

“Yes, sir.”

Across the line, Evan Taylor saw the screenshot Ryan Walker had sent and immediately grasped the gravity of the situation.

“I’ll get on it right away.”

After hanging up, Ryan stared at the message for a long moment before finally hitting the delete button.

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Meanwhile, back at the Bennett family mansion…

Victor Bennett sat at his desk, his eyes glued to the dense columns of bank statements on his computer screen.

One transaction stood out: a week before his mother’s car accident, nearly a million dollars had been transferred from an overseas

account to Diane Bennett’s personal account.

The source of the funds was traced back to a man named Kevin Reynolds.

“Kevin Reynolds…”

Victor’s mind raced.

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Suddenly, he remembered overhearing Eric Clark mention that name while on the phone when he’d visited Richard Bennett at the Bennett Group as a kid.

Eric had been by Richard’s side for as long as he could remember, rising from driver to executive assistant.

If he was involved, then all these years…

A knot tightened in Victor’s stomach at the thought. He couldn’t afford to wait. He quickly pulled up Eric Clark’s file.

If this money trail led back to him, then who was behind Diane Bennett’s accident?

A million dollars was no small sum, even for the Bennett family back then. Not just anyone could come up with that kind of cash.

But if the person behind Diane had that kind of power back then, why would she risk harming his mother and insist on marrying into the Bennett family?

What exactly was her purpose in marrying into the Bennett family?

Or was his father the one who orchestrated this from the start?

The thought sent a jolt through Victor, and he shook his head.

No, impossible. Richard had no reason to do that.

He’d seen his father more than once, after his mother’s death, holding her portrait alone, sobbing uncontrollably. His feelings for his

mother weren’t fake.

Victor’s mind swirled with thoughts. After a long while, he closed his laptop, leaned back in his leather office chair, and shut his eyes.

No matter what, he had to get to the bottom of this. He couldn’t let Clara face this alone anymore.

In his hazy state, his phone rang. Victor answered it without looking.

“Hello?”

“Where are you?”

Hearing the slightly weary tone in his voice, Richard frowned. “Why weren’t you at the office today?”

Victor rubbed his churchs and glanced at the time. He realized it was already five in the afternoon. He hadn’t slept for almost a full day and night.

“Dad.”

Thinking of what he had just uncovered, he asked, his voice weak, “When did Eric Clark start working for you?”

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are you asking about him?

Rochard frowned, puzzled. “He’s been with me for over twenty years. Is there a problemet

Hearing this. Vice’s heart sank, and be became more allert.

Over renty yes…

Considering Olivia’s age. Diane has also been by Richard’s side for more than twenty years.

Could his mother’s death really be connected to his father?

Neching

Victor suppressed the urge to warm Richard about Eric, making up an excuse. Just wanted to know if he’s trustworthy

He knows a lot about the Sennert Group. I’m worried he might have ulterior motives at this crucial time.”

Inscend of worrying thout the you should talk to Chara and get her to drop the case as soon as possible.”

Rochard said with displexure The king out. If the police fille charges, even if Clara wants to drop the case, she wont be able to.”

Three drs. II give her a maximum of three more drys After that if she still doesn’t drop the case I have to take action

Herihy is, Vicors heart sank

Dui. Chure won’t agree to drop the case. Mom was the doserende bis world. How can you expect her to let it go

“She won’t agree

Richard’s voice incantly ne filled with anger. She has no choice but to agree

The Benner Group is already on the brink. If Diane gets convicted, our family is finished

“Dad Diane has already confessed. This is a criminal case now. Clara can’t just make it disappear by withdrawing the charges.

Victor tried to reason with Richard

Then she can figure something out herself!”

Richard roared, “Listen to me, Victor, I want to see those charges dropped within three days, or I’ll handle it mysel?”

The line went dead, replaced by an irritating dial tone.

Victor hung up and walked to the window, staring out at the inky night. The Bennett mansion’s grounds were ablase with light, burk couldn’t penetrate the gloom in his heart.

He knew that if Clara didn’t drop the charges, Richard was capable of anything

After a long moment of deliberation, Victor made a decision

He grabbed his phone and dialed Clara’s number. He had to warn her, no matter what

“When is in

She answered quickly, her voice cold Victor managed a wry smade.

“Clara, is this a good time to talk?

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Clara glanced at Ryan in the hospital bed.

“I have something very important to discuss with you, regarding Mom’s accident.”

“I’d like to meet you in person to explain everything. Some things are just too sensitive to discuss over the phone.”

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Clara’s heart skipped a beat. She could sense a shift in Victor’s tone, a departure from his usual indifference towards their mother’s

accident.

Could he know something she hadn’t uncovered?

After a long pause, she finally replied, “Alright. Tomorrow morning, ten o’clock, I’ll meet you at the coffee shop near the hospital.”

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