Chapter 7 Spewed All Over Him

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Looking at him angrily, Hallie Morgan gritted her teeth. What kind of person is he? He didn't even listen to her explanations, didn't listen to her apologies, and just dumped the blame entirely on her.

He grabbed her collar, his harsh voice warning, "Once you've given birth, get lost. Don't even think about using this child as an excuse to stay in the Collins family. Understand?"

"Do you think I actually want to stay with the Collins? All I wanted was the abortion money. How can you make a decision on my behalf to keep this child...I..."

Anger pulsated through Hallie as she stared at this fierce man, her stomach feeling queasy.

Suddenly, she covered her mouth, and vomit surged up.

Caught off guard, Dylan Collins hastily backed away, watching as she squatted in front of him, heaving dryly. Regrettably, nothing came out except for a bit of stomach acid, which showered his white shirt.

His face flushed a deep red, and he couldn't help but shout, "Hallie Morgan, this was intentional, right?!"

But Hallie seemed so weak as if she might collapse at any time. Dylan inhaled deeply, cursing under his breath as he scooped her into his arms and gently laid her in the car.

This woman... was she sent from heaven to torment him?

Dylan Collins' house was slightly smaller than Collins' Old Mansion but lavishly decorated in dark, cool colors that reflected its owner – cold and gloomy.

Hallie sat on the bed. After the doctor's visit, he sighed and said to Dylan Collins with a grim expression, "Sir, this young lady's health is very weak, and the fetus' heart rate is unstable. To avoid complications, it's best to avoid any emotional upsets. Considering her current weak state, if anything goes wrong, it will be hard to save both her and the child."

Was her condition really this severe?

"And Miss, I have to ask, this red swelling on your face...did someone hit you?"

Hallie reached out her hand to touch her face.

It was the marks left from Linda Collins slapping her numerous times.

Was it this noticeable?

"This, this injury isn't a big deal," said Hallie.

Dylan's eyes flashed darkly. Only then did he notice the unusual swelling on her face.

Upon her fair skin were distinct red marks. He quickly realized it was a handprint.

His brow furrowed imperceptibly.

Had she been slapped several times outside?

Who hit her?

Seeing Hallie silent, the doctor could only give her a prescription. He told Dylan, "Apply the medication regularly, it will get better soon."

After the doctor left, Hallie raised her head, meeting Dylan's intense gaze.

The look on his face seemed like he was ready to strangle her. She felt guilty and quickly started to explain.

"Don't look at me like that. I have no idea why the Collins family came after me. Not everyone wants to bear your child. I have a boyfriend. I wouldn't want to give birth to a stranger's child. How could you agree to it without thinking? I won't have this child."

"You..."

Dylan choked, speechless.

Was that a look of grievance in her eyes, as if giving birth to his child was a burden to her?

"Do you think it would be easy for you to terminate this pregnancy now?" He looked at her intently. "The Collins family won't let you abort the child."

"I..." Hallie raised her head. "But what should I do? I don't want to have children right now. I haven't become Katharine Hepburn yet, I want to continue acting. This is my prime time. An actress' career isn't very long. I have wasted so much time already; I can't afford to waste any more."