Mary immediately struggled. "Don't!"
She pushed Ellis away, then held her shoulders and pleaded. "The baby is just over a month old; we can't... otherwise, I may have a miscarriage!"
"Is that so?"
Ellis sneered. "Wouldn't it be better if that happens? Then you would no longer have any leverage over me."
Mary's eyes teared up instantly. "Ellis, this is your child too!"
"I said, it's not mine!"
Ellis yelled and said furiously, "Is this child that important to you? Why are you so unwilling to have an abortion?!"
Seeing his attitude, Mary knew that anything she said would be useless.
She closed her eyes.
Seeing her like this, the anger in Ellis's heart grew even fiercer. Suddenly, he let go of her and sat down on the sofa, spreading his legs indifferently.
Then, he spoke to her in the most malicious and frivolous tone imaginable. "Actually, even if you're pregnant, you can still satisfy me, can't you?!"
