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Chapter 206 It was too late to regret
Chapter 206 It was too late to regret
Allen shook his head helplessly and pushed away his ex-girlfriend who had thrown herself into his arms This content © 2024 NôvelDrama.Org.
without hesitation again. He said coldly, “Yolanda, You’ve always been a very proud girl, and such a
humble gesture doesn’t suit you. There was a time when I really loved you, but it’s all over. Now I love
Joey more than I ever loved you. So don’t do this again. I really don’t want us to fall out with each
other.”
Yolanda was, after all, the woman he had loved so deeply that he hated to hurt her too much.
Allen’s flat refusal made Yolanda realize that he would never take her back, no matter what she did.
She smiled helplessly. She turned around, went to the table in the middle of the room, and picked up
the two glasses of wine she had prepared. She walked up to Allen, handed him one of them and looked
at him with painful eyes, “Now that you’ve made up your mind, I will only humiliate myself if I bother you
again. I wouldn’t go so far. Drink this glass of wine, and I’ll take back what I said.”
Allen took the glass and smiled with relief, “That’s it. A man and a woman could be friends, if not lovers.
I hope we can still be friends in the future.”
Yolanda shrugged and nodded, “Well put. Let’s drink to that. Cheers!”
She gently raised her glass and touched his.
“Cheers!” Allen happily drained the glass of red wine in one gulp.
However, shortly after he drank it, he felt dizzy, as if the whole world were shaking.
“The wine…” He looked at the glass in his hand and then looked at Yolanda before him. He only saw
her complacent smile the moment before he collapsed.
“Allen, why did you have to make me drug you? I really didn’t want to. Don’t blame me. I’m doing this
because I love you!”
She caught his fallen body with one hand, and gently touched his handsome face with the other. Her
eyes were full of obsession and insanity…
At the same time, back in the hospital, Chance was still sitting with George Charles in the VIP reception
room, waiting for the result of the DNA test of Joey’s baby.
The phone on the table in front of them finally rang.
Chance immediately pressed the speakerphone and asked, “How is it going?”
There came the voice of the authoritative doctor who had operated on Joey from the other end of the
phone, “Mr. Chance, the operation is over, and the results came out. The DNA similarity between the
baby and Mayor Charles is as high as 99.9%.”
The baby was undoubtedly Allen’s.
George Charles heard the news loud and clear because Chance had pressed speakerphone.
He was neither happy nor relieved. He was just shocked by the news. He frowned and was lost in
thought, puffing away at his cigarette.
The baby was his son’s. What was going on with the voice in the recorder this afternoon?
It seemed that he had been deliberately misled by someone. He stubbed out his cigarette in the
ashtray and his eyes were dead serious.
Who was it? Who had the balls to trick him?
Well, well, if he found out who had done it, he would certainly make his life a living hell.
However, as George Charles sullenly lost himself in anger, the phone on the table suddenly rang again.
Chance pressed the speakerphone even faster than he had just done moments ago. But before he
could ask any questions, the authoritative doctor shouted into the phone in a panic, “Mr. Chance, it’s
very bad. The patient suddenly had abdominal cramps and hemorrhage. I'm afraid she’s losing the
baby.”
George Charles instantly went pale.
He suddenly stood up, but fell back on the sofa feebly. He looked up at Chance who was equally
shocked. His lips were trembling, but he couldn’t say a word.
He had known that an amniocentesis test would probably put the baby at great risk when he told Joey
to come to see him at the hospital, but he had no mercy for the baby. He has assumed that it wasn’t
Allen’s and he couldn’t have cared less about it.
Now…DNA test result had proved that the baby was Allen’s.
It was too late. But what could he do? The baby was gone.
Lying on the back of the sofa feebly, he closed his eyes and rubbed his temples. He couldn’t breathe.
Chance’s fingers trembled. He buried his head in his hands and said nothing.