Chapter 187

Vanessa paused. From a distance, she saw Sebastian paying the fee. He grabbed some forms and headed to the ultrasound room.

Driven by curiosity, Vanessa followed him.

She hid in a corner and watched Sebastian waiting outside the ultrasound room, checking his watch.

Soon, the door opened, and Isabella, in maternity clothes, walked out.

Sebastian immediately went to support her.

They picked up the ultrasound images and smiled at the baby on the screen. Sebastian even took out his phone and snapped a few photos.

As they got closer, Vanessa quickly hid.

Isabella asked, "Why are you taking pictures?"

"To remember this moment," Sebastian said proudly. "And to make Zaire jealous."

Isabella laughed. "What if Zaire jokes that the baby isn't yours?"

"Who cares? Once the baby is born, I'm the dad. If I'm not the biological father, then who is?" Sebastian shrugged and sent the photos to Zaire.

Zaire called right away. "Sebastian, that's too much!"

Sebastian, holding Isabella, smiled. "Don't be too upset. After my baby is born, you can be the godfather."

Zaire replied, "I'll take that seriously! If it's a boy, I'll take him out for fun. If it's a girl..."

Sebastian cut him off, "I already regret it!"

"You..." Zaire tried to continue.

Sebastian didn't want to argue and hung up.

They got on the escalator. Sebastian had one arm around Isabella's waist and gently touched her belly with the other, his eyes full of love.

Isabella looked at him, feeling emotional. "Sebastian, do you really not care where this baby came from?"

Sebastian frowned. "Isabella, once the baby is born, don't tell the baby I'm not the father! Kids are sensitive, and it could hurt them. It would create a rift between us."

Isabella chuckled. "There won't be any rift between you two."

'Because you are the biological father!' Isabella thought.

This made her even more determined not to tell Sebastian the truth for now.

"What are you laughing at?" Sebastian sensed something was off and squinted at her.

"Nothing." Isabella immediately stopped smiling. "It's nothing."

Vanessa stood not far away, watching them leave, her eyes filled with jealousy.

She looked down at the forms in her hand, then threw them in the trash and left the hospital.

Vanessa touched her belly, thinking about other things.

After a while, she smirked. "Fine, Charlie, you win. I'll have this baby. I promise I'll raise him well. Maybe he'll be useful in the future!"

Vanessa walked out of the hospital, and a car stopped in front of her.

Three days later, it was the day of Charlie's execution.

According to the rules, he could say goodbye to his family for five minutes before going to the firing squad location.

But Deborah was already dead, and Raymond was in prison.

Charlie was now left with nothing. Even though he was about to die, no one came to say goodbye.

Charlie sat there, his head drooping. In just a few days, he had become a shell of his former self.

Five minutes flew by, and Charlie was taken to the execution ground.

From that moment, Charlie was gone.

That night, Isabella stayed at the Jose family home.

After chatting with Nina for a bit, she fell into a deep sleep.

Nina, however, couldn't sleep. The later it got, the more awake she felt.

Even though Charlie was dead, she didn't feel any relief.

Since forgiving Margaret, Nina believed no hatred was unsolvable.

Besides, she had once truly liked Charlie.

She had thought she would spend her life with him.

But she never imagined Charlie would end up like this.

A dull thud came from outside the floor-to-ceiling window, like something heavy had fallen.

Then, Nina saw a figure appear.

It was pitch black outside, with only dim moonlight. She couldn't make out his face or clothes.

But somehow, Nina knew it was Richard at first glance!

Nina didn't move.

The room was dark, and Richard couldn't see if she was awake. She thought he might leave after a while.

Suddenly, her phone lit up, illuminating her open eyes.

Nina quickly picked up the phone and saw 'Richard' flashing on the screen, her heart racing.

She was completely exposed.

Afraid of waking Isabella, she hung up. She put on a coat and opened the glass door.

Before she could speak, Richard grabbed her wrist and pulled her over.

Richard smelled of alcohol. He dragged her to the railing and jumped down.

The sudden drop made Nina scream in fear. She clung to Richard's clothes, her whole body pressed against him.

Richard glanced down at her, a faint smile on his lips.

He held her waist and easily leaped over the Jose manor, landing on the road outside.

A car was parked by the roadside. Richard opened the passenger door and shoved Nina inside.

Before she could react, he got into the driver's seat, started the car, and drove away.

The night was vast.

The car sped down the road, heading further into the wilderness.

Even with the car heater was on, Nina felt a chill of fear.

She turned to look at Richard.

Since getting in the car, Richard had been focused on driving, not saying a word.

Seeing Richard pressing the gas pedal with no intention of stopping, Nina finally asked, "Where are you taking me?"

Richard glanced at her briefly and asked, "Scared?"

Nina couldn't quite describe her emotions.

When Richard asked, she didn't feel scared anymore.

Maybe because she knew Richard wouldn't hurt her.

But if she wasn't scared, it didn't seem right either.

After all, Richard looked quite dangerous, and he liked to do things unconventionally, like climbing through windows in the middle of the night to abduct her.

Who knew what he was up to?

Nina didn't speak because she didn't have an answer.

Richard chuckled softly. "Don't worry. I'm in a good mood today. I won't kill you."

Nina's eyelashes trembled.