Chapter 712

"He said his name's Lawrence," the housekeeper said.

Ishara jumped, then scrunched her face in disgust and annoyance. "Him again? Just tell him I'm not here."

Before she could finish, there was a loud crash as someone smashed through the window and stormed in.

Ishara spun around to see Lawrence, tall and menacing, stepping on the shattered glass as he entered.

"Lawrence?" Ishara gasped.

"Yeah, it's me. Now that I'm down and out, my 'fiancée' isn't home when I come looking for her?" Lawrence sneered, walking up to Ishara with a cold, mocking smile.

Ishara's face twisted in anger for a moment, and she took a couple of steps back, intimidated by Lawrence's presence.

But then she remembered Lawrence was a nobody now, so she didn't need to be scared.

Ishara straightened up, quickly adjusted her expression, and forced a smile. "Mr. Rodriguez, what are you talking about? I've been thinking about you and worrying about you all this time. Even if you've been defeated by Mr. Martin, you still hold a place in my heart."

Lawrence's face twisted in disgust, his cold smile vanishing. "It's the first time I've seen such a heartless bitch like you.

"But your good days are over. Winnie did a great job kicking you out of company," Lawrence said.

"I heard you're now Mars's lover?" Lawrence asked.

His calm gaze fell on her slightly swollen belly.

A flash of loathing crossed his eyes. If it weren't for this child, he and Winnie wouldn't have had a falling out, and he wouldn't have had to crash the wedding, causing Winnie to never forgive him.

All of this made his gaze fill with murderous intent.

Lawrence stared at her belly with a knife-like intensity. "Since you've hooked up with Mars, this child is no longer appropriate for you to carry, don't you think?"

His tone was ice-cold.

Ishara trembled violently, her hand quickly moving to her belly, looking defensive and aggrieved as she accused Lawrence. "What do you want?"

Ishara paused for a second and added, "Stop threatening me. You're down and out yourself, and you expect me to foolishly follow you? Why can't I choose Mars?" Ishara snapped. "Lawrence, people should live for themselves. If you want to blame someone, blame yourself for being such a loser as to lose your top position. The once brilliant you is dead. Besides, I have no choice."

"I was ruthlessly kicked out of the Blanchet Family by Winnie, lost my status, and had to find a good man to rely on. I have to think about the child in my belly and my mother. What did I do wrong? I even still love you. And you heartlessly want me to abort it? Are you even a man?" Ishara kept bubbling.

"Enough." Lawrence looked at her with disgust, his eyes cold and fierce. "I never acknowledged this child as mine. That night, who knows what trick you used? I would have never had sex with you,"

Lawrence continued, "You've used this child to threaten the Rodriguez Family in various ways. Now that it has no value, abort it. I won't tolerate you,"

"I won't abort it," Ishara became agitated, also feeling uneasy.

She needed to keep this child to get Mars to help her.

In the future, it would be a weapon against Winnie.

She quickly tried to back away, but Lawrence grabbed her and coldly threw her to the ground.

Lawrence's handmade leather shoes stepped near Ishara's hand, making her feel terrified and uneasy.

Lawrence stared her down, switching up his tone. "If you don't wanna lose this kid, let's make a deal."

"Wh-what terms?" Ishara stammered, looking up.

"Four years ago, Melanie was studying abroad. I heard you were at the same school? What did you do to her that made her forget everything that happened that year?" Lawrence asked.

Ishara's eyes went wide. 'How the hell does Lawrence know about Melanie? Did Bentley tell him? But why would Bentley care about the washed-up Lawrence now?' Her mind was racing, and suddenly Lawrence's shoe came down on her hand.

"Ouch!" She cried out in pain.

"My patience is running thin. You've done all sorts of shady stuff. Spill it," Lawrence barked.

But she couldn't say it.

If she did, Bentley would never let her off the hook, especially since she caused Melanie's child's death, Bentley would probably kill her.

Ishara hurriedly lied, pulling a face, "I was at the same school as her, but I never interacted with Melanie. How would I know what happened to her? Don't pin everything on me."

"You won't talk?"

"I really didn't do anything."

"I'm giving you one last chance."

Lawrence dragged her out and shoved her into the car.

The car sped towards the hospital. Lawrence called Ray, asking him to find a top-notch gynecologist at any cost.

At the hospital, Lawrence hauled the crying and shouting Ishara to the door of the gynecology operating room.

Ishara's face turned pale with fear, and two nurses came to drag her. She struggled desperately, "Don't do this."

"L-Lawrence, th-this isn't actually your kid. I initially used it to threaten the Rodriguez Family, but it's actually a bastard," Ishara stammered in fear.

"It has nothing to do with you, so you don't need to care," Ishara continued.

Lawrence ignored her, lighting a cigarette. In the cold white light of the corridor, his chiseled profile looked like it was carved from stone, cold and merciless like a specter from hell. "Better to kill in error than to let it slip away. Or, you can take one more second to consider and confess the evil things you did to Melanie."

Lawrence had made up his mind. Even if she confessed, he would still make her abort the child.

Even if he and Winnie had no future, he owed her an explanation.

Whether Ishara confessed or not wouldn't change that.

"You're a devil. Killing your own child with your own hands," Ishara yelled.

"No, please save me." Ishara would never confess to harming Melanie. If she did, she would be dead. She desperately clawed at the operating room doorframe, struggling not to go in.

Lawrence coldly kicked her arm. "Close the door."

The operating room door was shut by the two nurses.

Ishara's terrified screams echoed out.

The account between him and her was finally settled. Lawrence walked down the stairs coldly.

Just then, Lawrence frowned and looked up in the darkness.

The corridor downstairs was also in chaos, with patients calling for nurses. "What's going on? Is there a power outage? Check the cause."

"Call right away." Nurses bustled in and out.

Two minutes later, a nurse said helplessly, "The maintenance department said other floors are fine, only this floor and the gynecology floor upstairs have lost power."

Lawrence stubbed out his cigarette, a flash of suspicion in his deep eyes.

He immediately returned upstairs and ordered two bodyguards, "Go check the operating room door for any abnormalities. Don't let Ishara escape."

A moment later, one of the bodyguards exclaimed, "Mr. Rodriguez, the operating room door is open, and the two nurses are on the ground. Ishara, sh-she's gone."