He threw a stack of old newspapers at Cecilia's face. "You shameless bitch, how did you convince my mother? How could she agree to this ridiculous marriage?!"
Cecilia furrowed her brows, instinctively touching her small abdomen. The gown was huge, but her eight-month belly was too large to conceal.
Alston's gaze fell on her belly, his eyes filled with disdain and mockery. "And you're carrying someone else's bastard!"
"It's not..."
It's not a bastard.
Cecilia instinctively rebutted, but Alston cut her off, grabbing her by the neck and sneering, "Not a bastard? Then is it my child? It seems like tonight is the first time we've met!"
Cecilia's neck creaked under his grip, but her hands instinctively shielded her abdomen.
"Let go of me..." Cecilia's face flushed as she struggled, her eyes fixed on Alston. "If something happens to me, you won't fare any better!"
Alston's gaze darkened abruptly, and he loosened his grip.
Cecilia slumped to the ground, her slender neck marked with red imprints.
She lifted her trembling hand to touch them, breathing heavily, locking eyes with him as she gritted her teeth. "Didn't your mother tell you? Your three brothers all died of cancer. Your family has a genetic defect, and you can't escape it. You have an eighty percent risk of leukemia, and coincidentally, I'm a suitable match."
"You're lying!" Alston clenched his fists, his jaw tightening. "That's just a risk!"
"It's a high risk! Your mother has only you left, and with an eighty percent chance, she wouldn't dare to gamble!" Cecilia smiled coldly. "I promised your mother I'd be ready to donate bone marrow for you anytime, but you have to marry me."
Alston's expression turned uglier. He remained silent for a moment before disdainfully saying, "Cecilia, I can promise you anything except marriage."
"Except marriage, I want nothing." Cecilia's gaze was firm, her tone almost stubborn.
Alston pulled her up from the ground, gripping her chin tightly, his cold eyes tinged with redness. "Why? Have you gone mad? Even if you have to walk down the aisle alone with this fucking bastard today, you still insist on marrying me? Don't you know I only want to marry Marian?!"
Cecilia's ears buzzed, her stomach churning violently. His words, like sharp blades, seized her heart.
Her nose tingled. She bit her lip, took a deep breath, and forcefully suppressed the tears in her eyes. Then she lifted her chin, meeting his gaze coldly. "You're here about Marian's disappearance, aren't you?"
"Marian's disappearance is indeed related to you!" Alston's thin lips curved into a sneer, his strong fingers almost crushing her jaw.
"I don't have that much power. It was your mother's help." Cecilia smiled bitterly, pointing to the marriage contract on the dressing table behind her. "The wedding is over; all that's left is the marriage license. Your mother will only see Marian safe once she sees the signed paper today."
"You're fucking insane!"
Alston was instantly annoyed and swung his arm forcefully.
Cecilia, too weak to resist, was thrown out abruptly, her belly hitting the edge of the table. A sharp pain surged through her.
"AH!!" Her belly tightened as waves of intense pain struck her.
Cecilia clutched her belly, her face drained of color, her delicate eyebrows furrowed deeply. "Take me to the hospital, quickly. Take me to the hospital-"
Alston's gaze darkened as he crouched down, glaring at Cecilia. "Tell me, where is Marian? Tell me, and I'll take you to the hospital!"
Soon, the pure white wedding dress was stained red with blood. Cecilia's hands, trembling as they rested on her belly, were instantly soaked in blood.
"I don't know! She didn't tell me."
Cecilia bit her lip tightly, panic overtaking her as the intense pain in her abdomen made her terrified.
She felt like she might go into premature labor after being bumped by Alston, as if she were about to give birth too soon.
"Are you still lying to me?"
Alston's expression was blank, his eyes like the deep sea. For a moment, something flickered in his gaze, but it disappeared instantly.
At the moment of eye contact with him, Cecilia's heart skipped a beat. She saw ruthlessness in his eyes, just like eight years ago.
She knew begging him was useless, so she dragged her wet hem, soaked in blood, and reached for the phone on the dressing table.
Alston suddenly stood up, one step ahead of her. Grabbing the phone, he pulled out the SIM card right in front of her.
"What are you doing?"
Cecilia's voice choked with tears, the sobs in her throat impossible to suppress. A wave of helplessness and grievance invaded her limbs. The dull pain in her chest even surpassed the pain of labor contractions.
Alston ignored her, walking straight into the bathroom.
Moments later, Cecilia heard the sound of the toilet flushing.
"No-"
Cecilia froze, her head buzzing. She couldn't believe her ears.
She knew what Alston was doing. He must have flushed her SIM card!
For Marian, he forced her to this extent. Even if she died here, he wouldn't show an ounce of pity.
As soon as Alston came out of the bathroom, he reached out and unplugged the landline fixed on the dressing table, tearing apart the phone line completely.
Cecilia couldn't bear it any longer. She slipped and fell to the ground, clutching his trouser leg as she pleaded, "I'll do anything, but my child must be safe! I don't want to marry you anymore. Please save my child, I beg you."
"Alston! This is YOUR child too!"