Chapter 856: Chapter 856

Emily Allen writhed in pain, her nails scratching Ryan Richard’s face, leaving behind bloody marks.

However, Ryan seemed no longer capable of feeling pain, unleashing all the pent-up anger he had harbored for so long upon Emily.

He continued to beat her mercilessly, cursing her without restraint.

What started as Emily’s initial attempt to retort had turned into hysterical screams.

Ryan’s eyes turned bloodshot, and he seemed caught in a miasma, unable to discern who exactly was before him.

Gradually, it appeared to him that the person before him had turned into Charlotte Thompson.

This caused his pupils to constrict, and a hideous smile spread across his lips.

He pressed Emily down on the bed, frantically tearing at her clothes.

"Harlot! You harlot! You are mine! Don’t think you can leave me!" This text is hosted at NoveI★Fire.net

"You said you loved me, said you’d always be with me. Were you lying to me all along?"

Emily felt pain all over her body, her nails digging deep into Ryan’s skin, "Let me go! Release me!"

Her voice was already hoarse, even the strength to struggle was diminishing.

Now, she could do nothing but endure the continuous insults from Ryan.

Blood mixed with tears kept flowing, making everything around them even more disheveled and pathetic.

Pain, Emily felt as though she was being torn apart.

At that moment, however, Emily heard Ryan whispering that name into her ear.

"Charlotte Thompson, never leave me."

In an instant, Emily’s pupils constricted, and she stared at Ryan on top of her, her teeth gritted.

"Charlotte Thompson... Charlotte Thompson..." But Ryan was still oblivious, continuously calling out Charlotte’s name.

Emily felt as though her heart was being gnawed by countless ants, a wave of nausea surging from her stomach.

She suddenly found the strength from somewhere, pushed Ryan away, and then crawled to the edge of the bed to retch.

She hadn’t eaten much today, and all that came out was stomach acid.

Ryan, too, came to his senses at that moment, sitting dazed on the bed and then slowly began to speak.

Still nauseous, Emily froze completely upon hearing this, her palms tightening on the edge of the bed.

Ryan, because of Emily’s gesture, reached out and grabbed her arm, forcing her to face him.

"You are pregnant!" he accused loudly, unlike the other times, when he had always been careful during their intimate encounters.

If she really was pregnant, then the child...

"No, it’s not true..."

Emily’s expression was full of panic as she shook her head and moved backward, but her miserable state garnered no sympathy.

She had just assumed she was feeling unwell recently because she had drunk quite a bit and that was why her period hadn’t arrived on time, causing her nausea.

It was definitely not for any other reason.

However, even she didn’t believe such thoughts.

"Whose child is it?" Ryan’s gaze was fierce, like an angry beast staring at Emily.

"It’s not true, absolutely not!" Emily retorted loudly.

"Whether it is true or not, we’ll know once we go to the hospital and check!" Ryan suddenly stood up, grabbed Emily’s hand, and started dragging her off the bed.

"Let me go! Let me go!"