Felicity was terrified. Harrison's sudden change in attitude, especially his claim that he'd rushed over to protect her, was completely unbelievable. Was she a fool? She had been cornered by him, forced to flee to Selene's for her own safety.
"H-Harrison," she stammered, "you're not still planning to get rid of the baby, are you?" The fear was still fresh; she had just escaped the hospital. This was a man who could discard his own child without a second thought. Their twenty-plus years of friendship had meant nothing. An hour ago, she was almost on an operating table, and now he was telling Selene he was concerned about her and the baby. Only Selene would be naive enough to fall for that.
"Felicity, come here," Harrison ordered.
A shiver ran down her spine, as if shards of ice were piercing the soles of her feet. She stayed put behind Selene, trying to negotiate. "Do you really intend to take responsibility for this child?"
His eyes were filled with a cold, murderous light. Her hesitation was clearly irritating him. "Are you coming over here or not?"
"I want a guarantee!" she cried out. "Promise you won't harm my baby! And… and post on your social media right now that you're going to marry me!"
A thorny look filled his eyes. "Don't push your luck."
"You're already making a last-ditch effort," Selene countered. "If you back down now, you'll have nothing."
Felicity took a deep breath. Selene was right. This pregnancy was her final gamble. With the Thompson Group in Selene's hands, even Matilda's lifestyle had been downgraded, let alone her own. If she didn't fight for this, even Victor would abandon her.
She pulled out her phone and quickly began typing.

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