Mr. CEO's Substitute Bride

Chapter 1116 - 1112: I Won’t Let Her Give Birth to the Child

"Mom, could you just stop yelling? Can’t you let people have some peace and quiet? I can hear your voice from afar, shouting at Dad every day. Aren’t you tired?"Hannah Hargrave carrying a Chanel handbag walks into the house, slips off her high heels and puts on slippers, grumbling discontentedly as she walks in. She tosses the handbag onto the sofa, sits down herself, and as soon as she leans back into the sofa, she reaches for the handbag, takes out a pack of women’s cigarettes, pulls out one, and holds it between her lips, then opens the lighter to ignite it.

The series of motions is so skillful that she tosses the lighter and cigarette pack onto the coffee table, leans back in the sofa, and blows out a puff of smoke.

She looks leisurely and enjoying it, like a seasoned smoker, unintentionally showing a bit more charm.

"Hmm... hmm..." Opposite her, Henry Hargrave slumped in the wheelchair, struggling to lift an arm pointing at Hannah. Josephine Hawthorne throws him a displeased glance, "What are you hm-ing about? Can’t even speak properly yet want to control your daughter, why not save it!"

After reproving her husband, Josephine turns back, furrows her brows and says earnestly, "Hannah, stop smoking. As a girl, it’s bad enough to learn smoking. What does that say about you?"

Hannah takes a drag, leisurely blows out the smoke and turns to her mother, "Who said women can’t smoke? The female artists at the company smoke, don’t they have tens of thousands of fans?"

"Hannah, even though Nicholas was snatched away by that little bitch, you shouldn’t lose yourself. There’re plenty of good men out there. How about I ask Mrs. Li to help pick a date for you one day..."

"Stop right there, I don’t need it!" Before Josephine finishes, Hannah interrupts her, gesturing with her hand, leaning back into the sofa, taking another drag, and squinting slightly as she exhales the smoke, "I, Hannah Hargrave, have not fallen to the point of needing to be set up for dates."

"But you’re not young anymore, can’t wait forever, right? Previously, you said you wouldn’t let it go easily, but now that little bitch is pregnant, do you still have a chance?"

"Hm," a cold laugh, Hannah takes another drag, lifting her chin slightly with a disdainful curve to her lips, "Even if she’s pregnant, even if that little bitch has the baby, I can make it disappear!"

"Hmm... hmm..." Opposite, Henry sounds again, his mouth awkwardly open and unable to close, drooling like strands of silver on his shirt.

"You’re hm-ing again, should’ve never pushed you out!" Josephine scolds impatiently, then loudly calls, "Aunt Xu! Take the master out to the yard for some sun!"

"Hmm... hmm..." Henry protests against Josephine, trying to stand from the wheelchair, but being hemiplegic, he only manages to move his fingers.

After an aunt pushes Henry out, Josephine turns to her daughter, "Hannah, you wouldn’t think of kidnapping that little bitch’s baby, would you?"

"Ha!" Hannah mockingly looks at her mother, "Mom, with your IQ, how did you defeat all the beauties surrounding Dad back in the day?"

"How do you speak like that?" Feeling her intelligence questioned, Josephine mumbles unhappily, as Hannah inhales and exhales smoke, crossing her arms and raising her brows to retort, "Am I wrong? If I wanted to hurt that little bitch’s baby, would I wait till it’s born? Just a thought," Hannah points to her head with the cigarette-holding hand, "and I can make the little brat inside her disappear in no time!"

"Hannah, you wouldn’t really harm her, would you? That’s illegal, you’ll get arrested." Josephine draws closer, her face appearing tense and severe.

"Ha," another derisive laugh, Hannah lazily leans in the sofa, tilts her head to look at the chandelier above, takes a drag then slowly exhales, sighs and says, "Mom, why are you so naive? I’m not a child, won’t do anything illegal..."

"That’s good," Josephine unconsciously pats her chest, "Hannah, don’t do anything foolish. Your dad is in no condition to manage the company, if you get into trouble, I wouldn’t know who to rely on in the future?"

As Hannah exhales smoke and glances over, her lips form a trace of sarcasm, she says nothing more, continuing to lean back and puff away, swallowing back the words left unsaid.

In just half a month, Hannah seems transformed, she has grown much thinner, and her gestures no longer retain that ladylike demeanor, instead carrying more of a carefree disregard.

"Sigh,"

A sigh, Josephine talks to herself looking at one spot, "Years ago, you got along so well with Nicholas, even the media knew you were dating, how did you not seize the opportunity!"

Hannah’s eyes tighten, and her smoking motions stop. Her fingers holding the cigarette automatically tighten, deforming the cylindrical cigarette.

Josephine suddenly turns to her daughter, asking mysteriously, "Hannah, tell me the truth, Nicholas says he didn’t touch you, was it really him who helped you detox that night?"

When this difficult topic is raised again, Hannah becomes noticeably uncomfortable, she bends down and presses the cigarette stub into the ashtray, impatiently saying, "Mom, it’s been so long, does it still matter who it was?"

"Girl, you always keep things bottled up, never telling me the truth." Josephine mumbles unhappily, as Hannah sits up and leans back in the sofa, similarly dissatisfied, "What good would it do to tell you? It can’t solve anything!"

"Who said that?" Josephine retorts, "Your mom has been through thick and thin, maybe telling me your troubles can get you some advice."

"With your ideas." Hannah chuckles, crosses her arms, turns her face away, muttering quietly, "If I hadn’t listened to you back then, I wouldn’t have embarrassed myself like that."

"Hannah, what are you saying?"

"Nothing," Hannah takes a breath, clearly unwilling to speak further with her mother, "Mom, I’m tired, gonna go upstairs and shower."

As she stands up, Josephine stops her, "Hannah, the news about that little bitch’s pregnancy is everywhere online now, can you really swallow your anger?"

"Mom, you don’t need to worry about these things, just take good care of Dad now!"

"Hannah, do you have an idea, tell me, or else my heart," Josephine clutches her chest dramatically, shaking her head.

Sophie Foster’s pregnancy news is spreading wildly every day, Hannah feels equally uncomfortable seeing it. Having waited for three years, she never even held hands with the man, yet he has a child with that little bitch!

With slightly narrowed eyes, she looks in one direction, a dangerous gleam sweeps through her eyes, "I won’t let her have the baby!"