Chapter 4 Abort that child!

Rachel's POV

I'm nervous...

We were anxiously waiting for the results of my prenatal paternity test. Christopher's parents were present, but Christopher himself was absent as he was busy with his fiancée. I felt guilty for the turmoil caused by my actions. It was because of me that they were now fighting.

Christopher's father hadn't spoken to me yet, but his mother had been constantly talking to me. She seemed even more eager than I was to know the results. The three of us sat together, and suddenly it was confirmed that Mr. Morgan was Christopher's father. He looked at me intensely, his gaze fixed on me.

"Are you absolutely certain you're telling the truth? Confess now before the results are revealed. Because if they turn out negative, I will have you thrown in jail. You've ruined my son's engagement party! You've even destroyed his relationship with Kristy. Understand, I cannot accept you. Not for my son!" he pointed at me angrily. His wife intervened and restrained him, and I moved away from him, keeping my distance.

"You're too young to be pregnant! Is this how your parents raised you?" he continued to shout while his wife tried to calm him down. Christopher's mother. I felt tears welling up as I trembled in fear. He was furious, and Christopher seemed to inherit that anger. He stared at me with a look that could kill.

I don't made-up stories. What I am saying is the truth.

I turned my attention to someone entering the room. My lips quivered as I saw Mr. Morgan and his fiancée walking in, holding hands.

His fiancée was stunningly beautiful, and the two of them looked like a perfect couple. I breathed a sigh of relief knowing that they had reconciled. It seemed his fiancée had forgiven him instantly. The guilt weighing on me lessened. Thankfully, they were getting along again.

When they noticed me sitting there, I bowed my head. Mr. Morgan still glared at me. It felt like he could devour me.

"It's good that you've talked to Christopher, dear. I'm glad you two have resolved things," the Lady greeted the couple with a smile. The woman also smiled, but it appeared forced. She was Mr. Morgan's fiancée.

"Not yet, Aunt. I'll forgive your son only when it's proven that the woman carrying his child isn't his," the woman said, eyeing my presence. "Then, and only then, can I forgive him forever," she added.

I was certain the child I was carrying was Christopher's, so why did she doubt the results? Did she mean it? Would she truly be unable to forgive Christopher?

"I'm absolutely sure that the child she's carrying isn't mine. She's lying," he glared at me. "She's just after money, that's all. Women like her probably target wealthy men to get pregnant. My name will be even more tarnished in the news. I'm so damn confident that child isn't mine," Christopher spoke seriously, his raised eyebrows locked on me.

He didn't truly believe that something had happened between us. After all, we were both drunk. But I was the only one who saw his face, as he was still asleep when I woke up and left immediately.

Both of us turned our attention to the approaching nurse. I felt my nerves on edge, as she might have the results of... what exactly was it? My prenatal paternity test.

The couple tensed up as the nurse stood before them, holding an envelope. Perhaps that contained the results. Maybe they didn't tamper with the results like they do on TV shows. I felt a wave of anxiety wash over me, trying to calm myself down where I stood, my knees trembling.

"These are the results, Mrs. Morgan," the nurse handed the envelope to the Lady.

Why am I so nervous? I'm telling the truth. I have nothing to fear.

The Lady glanced at me, her husband, and her son Christopher before she slowly opened the envelope.

Her eyes widened as she read the results. Even Mr. Morgan, Christopher's father, took the results of my prenatal paternity test from his wife.

"What do the results say? That can't be Christopher's child-" he began, hastily scanning the contents of the report. His eyes widened, and he covered his mouth in shock.

The couple was speechless.

"I'm certain it's negative," Christopher said, approaching his father and snatching the results. His eyes also widened as he looked at the report, then at his fiancée.

"What do the results say? Is it negative, honey?" I sensed Christopher's fiancée was also on edge.

"It can't be true! No!" Christopher exclaimed.

"It's positive. She's carrying my grandson," the Lady said in disbelief. I felt a wave of relief wash over me.

"W-what?" I looked at Christopher's fiancée, who was equally astonished.

"You really deceived me, Christopher! Have you been deceiving me all along? You said that girl wasn't carrying your child!" she glared at him, tears streaming down her face. Once again, I felt guilty for causing this. It was because of me that they were in this situation. If I hadn't intended to hit Declan, my friend's brother, I wouldn't be in this predicament today.

I entered the wrong room, and this is what I got. Pregnant by a man I never imagined.

Christopher immediately approached his fiancée, dropping to his knees. "Please! Let me explain, hon. Kristy, please! Please forgive me. I'll only take responsibility for the child. Please! I love you. Don't leave me, please!" I covered my mouth as Christopher pleaded with his fiancée. He loved her so deeply that he was willing to kneel before her just to be forgiven.

The woman shook her head. "No, Christopher. What you've done is painful. I don't know if I can accept you having a child with someone else. Let's break up. It's over. You've hurt me even more. You lied and were so confident that girl wasn't carrying your child! But what now? You slapped me in the face with this revelation," her voice remained calm, but her annoyance and disgust were evident, and her voice quivered.

I couldn't stand idly by. If kneeling in front of her would make her forgive Christopher, I would do it without hesitation. I approached her and knelt down.

"Please, forgive me. For-give Christopher. I never intended to come between you. All I want is support for my child," I pleaded, kneeling in front of her.

"And who do you think you are that I should listen to your begging? You're the one who ruined our relationship. You have such a thick skin! You're a flirtatious woman!" Instead of forgiving Christopher, she scolded me. I sobbed, feeling the pain in my scalp. It felt like she was about to rip my scalp off with the force of her pulling. Thankfully, the Lady managed to keep Christopher's fiancée away.

"You two can go to hell together!" she shouted before abruptly turning away. The door slammed shut. Christopher chased after her, but he probably couldn't catch up, so he returned to where I was.

I was shocked when he approached me and suddenly choked me. "How dare you kneel down and beg my fiancée! Now you're the one who has destroyed everything I dreamed of and worked hard to build. Do you think I can accept that child?" His nail pressed harder against my neck as he kicked my stomach.

"Christopher!" shouted the Lady. "Come here immediately!" Christopher was pulled away, but he didn't want to release his grip on me.

"I... I can't breathe... Please..." I managed to say through the difficulty. I closed my eyes because I couldn't breathe.

I opened my eyes only when he let go of me. I sat down on the floor, gasping as my side hit the wall.

"Abort that child!" He commanded me calmly but firmly. I shook my head. I couldn't do that.

He stood up and bowed, then sat down. One of his knees was bent while the other remained straight.

He forcefully touched my face again, as if he wanted to kill me.

"I will never accept having a child with you! You're not the woman I want to be the mother of my child!" he told me emphatically, releasing his grip on my face.

"Christopher!" shouted the Lady. She came to me, helping me stand up. My knees were shaking. I didn't look at Christopher again because I felt that if I did, he would do to me what he had just done-choke me and press on my face.

"What do you think you're doing, Christopher? This woman is carrying your child!" the Lady exclaimed, noticing the anger still present on her son's face.

"I've wanted a grandchild for a long time. Now, if you can't accept having a child with her, don't feel sorry for my grandchild!" the Lady shouted at Christopher.

Shaking his head, Christopher walked away from us.

The Lady suddenly hugged me. "Have mercy on Christopher," she said, embracing me tightly.

"Alfred! Did you just stand there and watch what your son did? Your son almost choked her to death-" The Lady stopped and looked at me. "W-What's your name?"

"R-Rachel."

"Rachel," the Lady called out to her husband.

"Well... she deserves it. How can our son not be angry if she suddenly shows up at the engagement party and declares she's pregnant? We could have talked about it, and if she needed financial support, why didn't she inform us discreetly? She got what she deserved, and besides, I don't approve of her for our son."

"You can't do anything about it because it's too late; she's already pregnant with our son! And as a mother, I will accept Rachel into this family, and there's nothing you can do," the Lady declared.

I was taken aback by the Lady's words.

"Caroline! We can support the child that woman is carrying. But I will not accept her in our household!" the couple argued because of me.

"I can't just leave Rachel alone while she's carrying my grandchild. As long as she's pregnant and carrying my grandchild, she'll live in the mansion," Mrs. Morgan persisted, still arguing with her husband.

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"What the fvck dude! You got someone else pregnant? What about Kristy? How's your marriage?" Robert asked incredulously. The three of them were at the bar, originally intended to be a group of four, but David hadn't come because his wife didn't allow it.

Christopher had invited the two to the bar as a way to temporarily forget about the turmoil surrounding them and Kristy. Although Kristy had never forgiven him, he persistently pursued her.

Christopher lowered his head and massaged his forehead.

"Perhaps you're not the father. That girl is simply trying to deceive you," Vincent chimed in.

"No... Kristy and I were present when we received the results, and they were positive... that girl was indeed carrying my child. I don't understand how I managed to get her pregnant? I don't remember having s*x with anyone." Christopher said confusedly to his friends.

Robert and Vincent burst into laughter. "How is that possible? Did your sperm fly and that girl picked it up?" Christopher's friend, Robert, laughed even more. "Maybe you are having s*x here and there." Vincent was joking, and the laughter of his two friends echoed.

"What the fvck! I'm not having s*x with anyone." Christopher glared at his friend, effectively silencing him.

"Didn't you donate sperm?"

"I'm not donating sperm. I can't do that because I'm only reserving it for Kristy."

"Oh, really?" his friend retorted, still irritated. "We don't believe it," the two of them teased Christopher simultaneously. Their laughter grew louder, catching his attention.

"But. . .is it good? You mentioned a young girl. That means you hit the jackpot as a child." Vincent grumbled.

Christopher paused and thought. "I found her cute when I strangled her. But she's not my type and I can't accept the child in her womb no matter what she does."

"You strangled her?" Robert exclaimed, almost unable to believe what he heard.

"Yes, I strangled her. If I have to strangle her every day to make her stop me, I will."

"You're terrible dude! Don't choke on the pain. Just choke on the pleasure. It's too bad." Robert suggested which made the two friends laugh.