Chapter 373
Anathea couldn’t understand it. Gregory had been willing to face punishment according to the family rules, all just to get her out.
He’d risked his life to save her that day. When she couldn’t eat, he gone to learn how to make ravioli from Damien and Samantha himself.
Just yesterday, he’d held her in his arms and said he wanted to tellie baby stories for prenatal bonding. And yet, after just one night, he’d turned back into that cold, heartless man and actually told her to give up the baby!
Anathea’s vision blurred with tears.
She’d naively believed that his past cruelty was just a result of some emotional disorder, like Adrian had said—that it wasn’t intentional.
But now, everything he was doing only made her more certain that he’d always been this selfish and ruthless person.
To satisfy his twisted possessiveness, he’d imprisoned her here and even used the baby to threaten her.
But this was his baby too.
Gregory hadn’t left. He was leaning against the wall beside the bedroom door, his head lowered. The hallway lights were off, and the dimness cast him in shadow, hiding his expression.
But his eyes were red.
As he listened to Anathea’s grief–stricken sobs, it was as if he couldn’t breathe.
Louie came over and questioned him, “You won’t tell her the truth and instead pull something like this. Are you just trying to punish yourself?”
Gregory was silent for a moment. He raised a hand and wiped away the tears gathering at the corners of his eyes. “And what good would it do to tell her? Would it change her determination to keep the baby?” he countered coldly.
“Even so, you could’ve told a softer lie. Tell her the baby has some other condition or something. Or just tell her the truth. Why run straight into the fire yourself?” Louie was puzzled.
“If I did that, she’d blame herself for not protecting the baby.”
After six years of marriage, Gregory knew Anathea well. She was sensitive but also prone to emotional self–destruction.
Whether it was a white lie or the truth, the guilt over what was happening with the baby would weigh heavily on her heart.
Anathea was always harsh on herself. She was rarely at peace with her own emotions. She was very likely to spiral into despair in the end.
“I don’t want to see her like that.”
So, Gregory let her direct all her anger and resentment at him. She could only reduce the burden on her heart when she had an outlet to vent all her feelings.
Louie rested his chin on his hand, thoughtful. “Besides, if she knew the truth, she’d definitely go after Eleanor for revenge. You’re about to be the head of the Sinclair family. For every pair of eyes watching you, there’s another watching Anathea.”
From the moment Gregory had stormed the private chapel and saved Anathea, everyone in the family had realized that she was his weakness.
They would pounce on her like starving beasts the first chance they got.
After all, those stuffy, self–serving old men would never willingly let someone so young take over as head of the family and uproot their decaying foundation. So, they would stop at nothing.
“If they dare make a move, I’ll make sure they never come back.” Gregory straightened up.
Cixto 373
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“So, what about what happened today?”
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