Chapter 114

"What’s this? All planned out, huh? The baby’s mine if you say so, and you just walk away clean? Planning to be with Nathaniel Griffith now?" Ethan Blackwood asked with a cold smirk. When it came to hurting people, Clara Walton felt like no one could top Ethan. Others might throw random shots and let fate decide the damage. But Ethan? His aim was deadly every time. He hit right where it hurt most. Clara gave a faint, emotionless smile. “If that’s what you want to believe, then sure.” "You—" Ethan’s face darkened. Clara tried to yank her arm free, but Ethan wouldn’t let go. The more she struggled, the tighter his grip got. "Clara, you better not be hiding anything from me. And don’t you dare let anything happen to this baby," Ethan warned, his voice low and threatening. Clara lowered her gaze, her slender fingers gently resting on her stomach. Through the entire exchange, she never said a word to defend herself. But Ethan wasn’t backing off. "I’ve told you before. You’re mine—dead or al