Arthur stared at Sophia for a long, tense moment, his expression unreadable, but inside, a storm raged.
The moment her words reached his ears, an awful, suffocating tension coiled within him, gripping his chest like a vice.
He had known this was inevitable—he had accepted it from the very beginning. Yet, nothing had prepared him for the hollow, gut-wrenching sensation that now consumed him.
Forcing a smile, he acted as though her words meant nothing, as if they hadn't just carved into his very soul. His voice, however, was devoid of warmth, sharp and deliberate.
"You can be rest assured that my men will come to take you afterward. Make sure you abort the child," Arthur stated coldly, his gaze never wavering.
Sophia nodded, her expression blank, and in that moment, an unbearable silence settled between them, stretching endlessly.
Arthur's small, forced smile faltered as he blinked, struggling to maintain his composure.
