Yvette Ray lifted her head and asked him, "Mr. Keating, when do you plan to let me leave?"
Ronan Keating sneered, reaching out to push her down, pressing close, gripping her chin, and mocking, "Let you leave? Didn’t you come to find me deliberately? Wasn’t it to enjoy a romantic moment with me?
Since it wasn’t completed, let’s continue our unfinished business now."
Yvette struggled up, "Your fiancée interrupted us; I don’t want to anymore, so let me go. We owe each other nothing now."
Ronan, having stayed up all night over Yvette, sneered, "Owe each other nothing? Yvette Ray, your debt to me is something you can never repay!"
Hearing this, Yvette smiled bitterly, a sad expression on her face.
Seeing Yvette show such a wronged expression, Ronan’s face twisted with rage.
His gaze at Yvette became fierce.
He spat out a sentence from his throat, his voice cold, "Yvette Ray, you caused my mother to lie in bed for years.
Now you’re still living easily; don’t you feel any guilt?"
That matter was a wound in Ronan’s heart.
He had been suffering, wanting to forget Yvette, even sending her to prison himself, but still, he could not forget her.
With great effort, he could finally mention Yvette without emotional turmoil.
Yet, she appeared before him again.
Yvette laughed, her smile very bitter.
Was she living easily?
In prison, she was bullied; her family encountered severe blows, her parents and sister lived in constant fear, she gave birth to a child alone and raised the child with great hardship...
Ronan Keating knew none of this!
"Since you hate me so much, then let me go, I won’t appear before you again."
Ronan glared at her furiously.
"Absolutely not! From now on, you can only stay here; never dream of leaving. This is the consequence of provoking me!"
After saying this, Ronan reached out and tore her clothes apart...
Tears slipped from Yvette’s eyes.
She shouldn’t have come; now she couldn’t escape anymore.
The night was just beginning, the starry sky clear.
Inside, everything finally ceased, returning to calm.
Ronan got up and dressed leisurely, Yvette woke up the moment he moved.
She lay lifelessly on the bed, a trace of sadness and despair flashing across her face.
Ultimately, they became entangled again.
Ronan, fully dressed, walked out without looking at her.
Yvette slowly sat up, laughing at herself, was this indirectly achieving her wish?
The medicine from Eleanor Sterling could only slow the illness, she still must get pregnant, only umbilical cord blood can save little Ran.
She got out of bed and began to dress. Just as she finished, Ronan came back in.
He handed Yvette a box of medicine.
Seeing the name on it, Yvette’s pupils widened.
She couldn’t take it!
Yvette turned her head away, shaking her head in refusal, "I won’t take it!"
Ronan frowned, "Don’t make trouble with me, I have things to do, take it quickly."
Yvette pressed her lips tightly, neither taking the medicine nor intending to take it.
Ronan stood in front of her, his voice cold, "Don’t make me do it myself, I’m about to marry Yanny, you can’t get pregnant."
Hearing this, Yvette’s tears fell instantly.
He was about to get married, then why did he drag her back? Why did he touch her?
Yvette, full of grief and anger, snatched the medicine.
Since he asked her to take it, she would take it.
She opened the blister pack and directly pushed the pills into her mouth. Newest update provided by novel fire.net
She coughed, Yvette was choking painfully.
A hint of softness flashed in Ronan’s eyes, but he ultimately stood there rigidly, making no moves.
"I’m going out, a maid will come later, tell her if you need anything."
With that, he turned and left.
After he left, Yvette quickly dug the pills out of her mouth and spat them out, continuing to retch.
She rushed to the bathroom to rinse her mouth, looking at the pale-faced woman in the mirror, Yvette smiled bitterly.
She would not cut off little Ran’s hope of survival.