novelraw Chapter 1470: You Want a Divorce?
Chapter 1470: You Want a Divorce?
What did she say?
Sorry?
The last thing Morgan Ashworth wants to hear now are those three words. He dreads those words, yet she still chose to say them.
"Willow Crawford, I don’t want to hear this. I don’t want your apology. Explain yourself, I’m waiting for your explanation."
"You tell me right now, tell me you didn’t hurt the baby, you didn’t abandon the baby, your love for me is real, you love me deeply, you want to be my wife, you want to be with me forever."
Willow Crawford was crying uncontrollably. She could feel his desperation, standing at the edge of a cliff, hoping she would pull him back.
If she was willing, he could survive.
But...
Compared to his life, nothing else matters.
Let him continue to hate her.
"Morgan, I’m sorry. Can you take me back to my parents? I want to go home..." Willow choked out.
Go home?
Morgan Ashworth was stunned, his eyes filled with confusion. Home, which home? Isn’t his home her home too? Where does she want to go now?
Oh, it turns out she doesn’t want the child, doesn’t want him, doesn’t even want this home.
"Willow, do you want... a divorce?" Morgan struggled to say those words.
Divorce.
Willow still remembers the day she and him went to the civil affairs bureau to get their marriage certificate, how happy they were that day.
She wanted to make him happy, but she messed it up. She only brought him double the pain, even though she was in a lot of pain herself.
Willow didn’t say it directly, just murmured, "Morgan, I am in a lot of pain right now. I miss my mom. I want to go back to her side."
She repeatedly said she was in pain, she repeatedly said she wanted to go back to her mom, he suddenly didn’t know what he meant to her anymore?
His heart was torn in two, bloody, and he felt he would never heal, never.
"Willow, listen to me. We are already married, I won’t agree to a divorce, separation is impossible too, so give up on that idea. From now on, you will be monitored every moment, behave yourself, until the baby is safely born, otherwise I don’t know what I might do, you wouldn’t want someone to get hurt because of you, right?"
Morgan’s voice was hoarse and threatening.
Willow covered her face with her small hands, feeling the heat of tears passing through her fingertips, her frail shoulders constantly trembling. She didn’t know why things had become so bad.
She knew she and he had reached the end.
...
Willow was taken back by Morgan, as he said, her room was guarded inside and out, her every move began to be monitored.
He moved out of the room, no longer slept with her, sometimes she wouldn’t see him for days, she didn’t know what he was doing, whether it was work or something else.
Willow’s pregnancy symptoms were strong, she slept more and ate less, sometimes after eating a bit that the maid supervised, she would turn her head and vomit it all out.
But miraculously, the baby inside her belly was growing strong.
The doctor checked her pulse every day, saying that the baby inside her is very healthy, this child has a strong vitality.
Willow was very worried about Morgan because as days went by, the deadline for extracting the third drop of heart’s blood was fast approaching, once it passed, the poison in his body, known as Broken Heart Herb, would return with a vengeance.
But she didn’t see him, didn’t know his current state.
The maid brought a delicious dinner, carefully tended, "Ma’am, even if you don’t have an appetite you need to eat a little, because the master asks about your condition every day, if he finds you haven’t eaten, we will be punished."
Willow didn’t want to implicate innocent people, but she picked up the chopsticks to eat a small bite, feeling sick immediately.
"Where is he, hasn’t he been coming back at night lately?" Willow asked.
"Yes ma’am, the master hasn’t returned for several nights, we don’t know what he is doing."
"Can I call him?" Willow’s communications were confiscated, she couldn’t even make calls.
"I’ll go ask the master."
"Okay."
The maid went and soon returned, "Ma’am, I’ve asked the master, he said you can call him."
Saying so, the maid handed Willow a phone, but remained to monitor her, fearing she would call someone else.
Willow openly dialed Morgan’s number, hearing the melodious ringtone on the other end.
Soon, the call was answered.
Willow hadn’t seen him for days, saying she didn’t miss him would be a lie, especially now when she was pregnant, she relied on him even more.
He answered, and Willow was delighted, wanting to ask about his health, "Hello..."
Before she could say anything, she realized something was off, because it was noisy on his end, like a bar or something.
He was spending nights at bars drinking?
"Hello," Morgan’s voice came through, cold and indifferent, "What do you want?"
Willow’s fingers curled, "It’s so late, where are you?"
"If you’re checking up on me, I have nothing to say, I’m hanging up." He was about to hang up.
"Morgan!" Willow quickly called him.
Just then, a coquettish female voice came through, "Young Master Ashworth, why are you still on the phone? Hang up and play your card, let’s continue the game."
He was in a luxurious private room playing cards at the bar, with beauties accompanying him, Willow’s face turned pale.
Morgan became impatient, "Speak if you have something, otherwise I’m hanging up. I’m busy."
Willow’s eyes reddened, and she hung up directly.
She sat dazed on the bed, not wanting to cry, but tears still fell, she reached out to wipe them but only brought more tears.
"Ma’am, don’t cry, you’re pregnant, it’s not good for the baby to have emotional ups and downs." the maid advised.
Willow returned the phone to the maid, "You can leave."
The maid had to leave.
Left alone in the room, Willow couldn’t hold her tears, sobbing uncontrollably, truly feeling heartbroken.
...
In the bar.
Morgan stood in the corridor, one hand in his pocket, holding his phone, hearing the busy tone and furrowing his brows immediately.