Amber's eyes darted between Marshall and Claudia’s faces. At last, she gave a smug smile and taunted,
“What a shameless couple!”
Amber’s eyes moved to Conrad on the bed, and something popped into her mind instantly, “So, who’s the real father of the baby?”
Marshall stared at Amber; his nonchalant look unchanged.
However, Amber didn’t notice it at all. Instead, she went on at this moment, “No wonder you were so excited when Claudia gave birth! It turns out that you are the real father of this bastard!"
Marshall clenched his fists in rage, his handsome face turning pale, and growled word by word, “You should be grateful that you're a woman, Amber!”
“...”
Marshall strode towards Amber, grabbed her arms, and pinned her against the wall, not in a romantic way, but with resentment and fury.
Seething with indignation, Marshall pinched Amber’s chin violently, as if he was going to break it.
Amber had never seen Marshall so angry, crazy and aggressive.
“Otherwise, I would hurt you!” Amber shivered with fear when Marshall’s stern threat was ringing in her ears.
Apparently, Marshall was not joking.
Amber didn't dare imagine what would happen if she were a man.
“Who knows what’s happened between you and Claudia? How dare you blame it on me when you’re cheating with her?”
Amber defended herself, wrenched herself free and ran away.
She looked so flustered, as if she had just had a narrow escape.
Marshall caught his breath, recovered himself and handed a dry towel to Claudia promptly, saying, “Dry yourself now, in case you catch a cold. You’re a nursing mother, and you can’t take medications.”
Claudia took the towel and smiled to express her gratitude.
Amber was behaving ferociously just now, and Marshall wondered what had turned her into a beast.
“Don’t you get it, Claudia? It’s just because you can't speak that Amber dares to treat you so dreadfully!”
Marshall stared at the woman in front of him with a deep frown, feeling sorry for her.
“There’s nothing easier than bullying a mute!”
When he finished his sentence, Marshall couldn't help but regret it and explained, “Just saying. Don’t take it to heart.”
In fact, Marshall didn’t regard Claudia as a mute deep down inside.
She wasn't a born mute but born healthy! It was just that something went wrong with her vocal cords that she was unable to make sounds like normal people for so many years.
Claudia dropped her eyes, her eyelashes fluttering slightly.
Claudia understood the truth, but she had to deal with a serious consequence once she got her voice back!
“You have your own kid now. If you don’t want him to be bullied like this in the future, you should try to speak, Claudia!”
Marshall breathed a sigh, paused, and added after some hesitation, “If...”
He hesitated again.
After a few moments, Marshall noticed the wet clothes Claudia was wearing. He was startled a little, and then went on immediately, “Get changed first!”
After Marshall left, Claudia looked down at the baby in her arms, deep in thought.
Marshall went back to her room 20 minutes later.
He also brought a bowl of hot chicken soup with him.
“I hope you won’t catch a cold. Since you can’t take any medications, have some chicken soup!” Marshall put the soup on the bedside table and urged Claudia to eat the soup before it got cold.
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