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Chapter 428
He lit another cigarette, his lips trembling uncontrollably.
If Brielle were pregnant, then she’d surely tie the knot with Max, and if she married Max,
then Spencer would lose his shot forever. They’d be a happy family of three, and his
resentment, those deep–seated, soured affections, would just fester in some dingy corner,
fermenting and rotting away.
Even when he and Brielle were engaged, she never talked about having kids. But with
Max, she barely hit the sheets and–boom–bun in the oven.
Damn, Brielle. Damn it all!
Spencer punched the wall again, shaking with fury. He couldn’t quite place this feeling. He
had not felt like this even when he was with Lillian.
It was as if his soul was about to leave his body.
After chain–smoking ten cigarettes, his clothes reeked of smoke, and the floor was littered
with butts. Spencer rubbed his stinging eyes and finally opened the emergency exit.
Several people were already standing outside. They looked surprised to see him with his
red–rimmed eyes. Spencer ignored everyone and trudged back to his desk, a lost soul
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the cubicles.
As he entered Max’s office, he nearly tripped at the door. Max’s brow furrowed at the sight
of Spencer. “If you don’t want to work, just go back home.”
Spencer lifted his gaze blankly to Max. He had always looked up to Max, a towering
mountain before all the Dorseys, visible to all but unscalable.
Even Grandpa had said, “A guy like Max comes once in a century.” So, as a junior, Spencer
had long given up on comparing himself to such a man.
However, his heart’s desire was entwined with this man, and perhaps this stark contrast
made Brielle leave without a backward glance.
Right then, upon hearing of Brielle’s pregnancy, Spencer realized what the pain in his
heart was. He liked Brielle, really liked her, enough to endure her hostility and sneers. His
clenched fist trembled at his side, lips quivering before he asked. “Uncle Max, do you want
kids?” His voice was so hoarse it sounded like he was on the brink of tears.
Max couldn’t even begin to associate Brielle with the idea, so he simply looked away.
nonchalantly, “Never thought about it.”
His feelings towards Spencer were complex; on one hand, he was his junior, but on the
other, he was Brielle’s ex–boyfriend. Having petty squabbles with a junior lacked dignity,
but from a man’s standpoint, Max couldn’t let go. Besides, Spencer seemed unable to
move on from Brielle, though clueless enough not to realize it himself.
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The only thought swirling in Spencer’s mind was “never thought about it.” This meant that
Brielle hadn’t told Max about the pregnancy yet.
The only ones privy to the news were probably just Brielle herself, him, and Sydney.
Sydney would keep tight–lipped and not spread the word, which left only him in the know.
A dark resolve flickered in Spencer’s eyes. That child must never be born. It had to perish
in Brielle’s womb. But he couldn’t do it alone. Instantly, he thought of Alivia.
Alivia had connections; she might just have the means.
Shaking with urgency, Spencer failed to mask his emotions. Max, sitting across from him,
narrowed his eyes suspiciously. “What’s on your mind?”
Spencer turned pale, feeling the weight of a mountain on his shoulders. It had been ages
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was just… distracted.”
Max’s aura receded. “We’re in the office, call me Mr. Dorsey.”
Head bowed, Spencer took the files and left. The moment the door closed behind him, a
sly grin spread across his face. He slipped into the emergency exit where he’d been before
and dialed
Alivia.
Alivia hadn’t expected Spencer to reach out so soon. She was prepared for small talk, but
his bombshell left her reeling. “Ms. Alivia, did you hear that Brielle’s pregnant? With Uncle
Max’s
child.”
She thought she was hallucinating, or maybe she just woke up on the wrong side of the
bed.
Did Max get someone pregnant? Impossible. But this was Brielle, the one who broke Max’s
pattern.
Her eyes were bloodshot with jealousy. She lost all reason. “Are you certain?”
The murderous intent was audible in her voice. The child couldn’t live, and neither could
Brielle.
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