Divorced and Pregnant My New Life with a Billionaire Drives My Ex Crazy novel Chapter 319

Wiona froze, panic rising in her chest.

"Conrad, can we talk about this?"

He stopped too, turning to look down at her. "Talk about what, exactly?"

"Is it that you don't want to marry me, or... you don't want the babies anymore?"

Her face was drained of color. "What are you trying to say?"

"So it's true, then. If I don't marry you, you won't have these babies?"

She bristled, suddenly on guard, like a hedgehog with its spines up. Her whole vibe shifted, and she pulled her hand away, clutching her stomach protectively.

Conrad stared at his empty hand, disappointment flickering in his eyes. "So you'd rather they be born with everyone calling them bastards for the rest of their lives?"

They stood there, surrounded by snow. In the background, Phil and Remy were chasing Alice and the others with snowballs, laughter echoing through the garden. It was the kind of joy Hawthorne Hall hadn’t seen in years.

But upstairs, behind a small window, someone was watching them with a hard glare.

Donna still hadn’t come down since Alice slapped her earlier. She felt humiliated, but it wasn’t just that—no one seemed to care or even noticed she was missing. The resentment inside her kept growing.

She’d been standing at that window since Wiona and the others started their beef stew dinner, staring at them with cold accusation, refusing to budge even though her legs were numb.

She muttered under her breath, "This estate, ruined… turned into a circus."

"She’s a low-born orphan. She never belonged here. Now she’s dragging Conrad down, eating beef stew like they’re in some cheap diner."

"Who does she think she is, thinking she’ll waltz in and become mistress of this house? Not while I’m here."

Her face twisted with anger as she pulled out her phone and dialed.

"Hello? Madam?"

"Should I send someone to pick you up tomorrow morning?"

"It’s snowing. You should come back, spend some time with Conrad and Alice. It’s winter, after all. They’d love to see you."

The woman on the other end, Annette, was quiet for a moment. "Really?"

"They… miss me?"

Donna smiled, her voice gentle. "Of course. Did you know Alice drew your portrait? And Conrad… well, you know him. He acts cold, but he’s got a soft heart. He just doesn’t know how to show it."

"He probably needs you more than anyone else."

Annette sighed. "Alright. I’ll come by tomorrow."

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