Half-Hearted: Mr. Sinclair, Stop the Act!-Chapter 184: She Has to Survive

Vivian Nash was caught off guard and thrown to the ground.

The pain coming from various parts of her body made it impossible for her to discern where it hurt the most.

She slowly raised her hand to touch her rapidly numbing face.

Unsure whether it was physiological tears or those born out of fear, the flood of tears broke through, crashing onto the floor in strings.

They sizzled into shallow watermarks and pits.

She looked at the shadow cast by the lamp in front of her, her heart pounding with shock and intense panic.

She was wrong.

She always thought Caleb Sinclair was refined, passionate, humble, polite, gentle, and patient.

But she never considered that such a person could also have a sinister, dark, ruthless, and cold side.

Perhaps...

This is his true nature?

The refined and gentle side, was it all just a facade?

Her whole body trembled, biting her lip hard, trying to stay calm.

Can’t be scared.

Being scared now means it’s completely over.

She forced herself to swallow, biting back the pain as she crawled to Caleb Sinclair’s feet, looking up at him.

Crying like a rain-soaked pear blossom, a picture of utter pitifulness and brokenness.

She shook her head frantically, "I didn’t, I didn’t, Caleb... believe me, I really... truly never provoked Sienna Monroe,

I know better than anyone, once you divorce her, you definitely wouldn’t want me, how could I do such a thing?

The scandal wasn’t me either, I struggled so hard to come back from Solara, there’s no way I’d bind myself in a cocoon like this.

Like you said, doing that brings me no benefit at all? I wouldn’t be foolish enough to ruin the rest of my life!

Really, I’m telling the truth, Caleb, believe me, won’t you?"

Caleb Sinclair stood there, looking down with a cold, sinister gaze at the woman at his feet, uncertain whether to believe her or not.

There were so many nights he had sunk deeply into her amusing body, tangled fervently with her, and could never get enough.

Using it to vent out the lingering annoyance, frustration, and... darkness in his heart.

Every time she had something new, which could always reach different levels of pleasure for both his body and mind.

He was obsessed with her body, which is why even after everything that happened, he always chose to compromise time and again.

But now, stepping out of the web of lust woven by her body, he felt nothing but disgust and hatred for her.

This realization was particularly profound.

Like a branding iron, searing an indelible mark into his heart for a lifetime.

Suddenly, he subconsciously wanted to rid himself of her, to completely rid himself of her.

Never wanting her entanglement again in this lifetime.

As Vivian Nash repeatedly pleaded for his belief, Caleb Sinclair suddenly lifted his leg and kicked her in the shoulder.

"Ah..."

Vivian Nash was once again caught off guard and crashed hard to the ground.

Unlike before, she could clearly feel the pain in her abdomen this time.

But as she reached to touch her stomach, her hair was yanked fiercely, and a voice like the Reaper’s echoed above her.

"Vivian Nash, listen to me carefully! From this moment on, I want you to disappear from my world forever, disappear from Imperial City!

Don’t try to use the child in your womb to threaten me! I will not acknowledge it, my reputation is already ruined, no matter what kind of scandal surfaces now, I no longer care.

But I want you to understand, the consequences of angering me are absolutely unbearable for you! When that time comes, disappearing will not just mean disappearing from Imperial City!"

He coldly watched the red liquid swiftly flow from Vivian Nash’s lower body, his facial features suddenly sharpening.

Heh.

It’s better this way, just flowing away.

It saves him a lot of trouble.

He released her hair, his icy fingers pinching her chin.

His voice cold and unfeeling, "I will transfer a million to your account, this is the money for the abortion! Take care of yourself! Over the years, I’ve given you enough, don’t be too greedy!"

With that, he turned and left.

Vivian Nash lay there powerlessly on the ground, witnessing the man who once was intimately entwined with her, retreat decisively and without hesitation.

Instantly, she felt pain in her scalp, cheeks, chin, shoulders, and abdomen.

And very cold.

Terribly cold.

The biting wind outside swept into the room without reason, stripping away the initial warmth and comfort.

She heard the engine roar outside, also sensing the warm flow beneath her gradually cooling.

She cried out in agony, "The child... my child... No! Help... Caleb Sinclair... don’t go, save our... child. 𝒇𝒓𝙚𝒆𝔀𝓮𝓫𝒏𝓸𝙫𝓮𝓵.𝓬𝙤𝙢

I... I can promise... anything, begging you not to go, save... me..."

But what answered her was only the sound of a fast-moving wind.

Caleb Sinclair was gone.

Gone without a hint of reluctance.

She listened to that engine sound gradually fade away, struggling to crawl to the door, crimson tears once again rolling down from her eyes.

Followed by a flood of endless anger and resentment.

Why?!

How did it come to this?!

Just days ago, in room 1408 of The Crestview Hotel, he was still talking to her flat stomach, saying, "Baby, you’re Daddy’s new hope."

But now, he personally extinguished this child.

Somehow, under the night sky’s wind and snow, she saw the silhouette of Sienna Monroe.

She was looking at her with contempt and ridicule, even clapping her hands mockingly, "Weren’t you so skillful? Tsk tsk, truly pathetic.

Obviously, in Caleb Sinclair’s eyes, you’re just a toy, an unseen piece of trash."

Seeing her, a torrent of rage filled Vivian Nash’s chest.

She cried out in anguish, "Was it you? You and Caleb Sinclair sowed discord, didn’t you?! Otherwise, how could Caleb treat me this way?"

Unfortunately.

The cold wind was her only reply.

Even Sienna Monroe’s figure faded away, leaving only the wind and snow filling the sky.

She unwillingly laughed twice, "Yes, it was you, you made me end up in this place, it could only be you!"

The abdominal pain became increasingly distinct, along with the biting cold penetrating her bones.

Her thoughts gradually cleared a bit.

She stared at the pool of blood beneath her, as if sensing a reaper cloaked in black, wielding a massive scythe, walking in from the door.

Coming to claim her and her child’s life.

No!

This can’t be!

The child is gone, but she must live!

She has so many designer bags, jewelry, and a villa worth two or three million, plus a luxury car costing over a hundred thousand.

These...

She has just begun to enjoy.

How could she die?

She can’t die!

Moreover...

She hasn’t made Sienna Monroe pay for her child’s life, she wants her never to die well in this lifetime!