"Tell me! What has he got that I don't have? Is my love not enough? ANSWER ME! I NEED YOUR ANSWER NOT YOUR TEARS!" shrieked Hans back.
Hans left. "If you still want to be the mistress of this house, drop that damned baby!" threatened Hans.
Achiera shook her head and reflexively moved away while protecting her stomach. With a sob, she replied, "No! No, Hans, I won't!" Achiera said that with trembling lips.
"Oh ... You are more concerned with the despicable fetus you are carrying than me? Well, you can continue to take care of it." Hans smiled slyly.
Achiera was horrified to see a smile that appeared on the corner of Hans's lips.
"What ... what are you doing?" Achiera asked in fear when she saw Hans coming back to her.
Hans lifted Achiera forcefully, then threw her on the bed roughly.
"Ouucchh !!" Once again Achiera groaned in pain.
