Chapter 511
"Is it over?"
Franklin grabbed Lucille''s wrist. He clearly felt that her arm was swollen.
Seeing her still at work despite the fact that she was heavily pregnant, he felt agitated.
"Yes, we are done." She opened her eyesnguidly and peered at her wrist, which had turned white
after being grabbed by Franklin. She did not dare struggle.
"You haven''t gotten rid of the child yet, and you haven''t proved that it''s not mine. How could you say
that we''re done?"
Franklin increased the strength of his grip as if venting his anger on her.
Lucille tried her best to endure the pain but failed in the end. She gritted her teeth and blurted out, "It
hurts."
However, she did not understand what he meant.
"Mr. Moore, I was the one who insisted on it in the past... Now, I''m not going to do that anymore," she
said
In the past, she was always pestering Franklin, begging him to trust her and wait for her. At that time,
he always looked reluctant.
But now, why did he say that they were not done yet?
''Are you giving up? Are you going to let it go?" He asked.
"Yes."
Lucille nodded.
Although Franklin was smiling, blue veins were bulging slightly on his temples. He tried his best to
suppress his rage as he spoke, "You used to say that the child was mine back then. You asked me to
trust you. I made the decision to believe in you, and what now? Are you ying cat and mouse with
me?"
"Mr. Moore, the child is indeed not yours." Lucille feigned calmness and tried to cover up the quiver in
her voice. "I was in the wrong. Initially, I nned to... take advantage of you to raise my child, but now I
won''t..."
"Shut up, you b*tch!" Franklin yelled.
Bang!
Before Lucille could finish what she was about to say, he shook her hand from his grip forcefully.
As Lucille was pregnant, she lost her bnce after being flung away with that amount of force. She
tumbled a few steps back, bumped into the frame behind her, and fell down.
The painting that she had justpleted also fell to the ground.
Franklin lowered his head. At first nce, he noticed the painting next to her. It was sunset at the
moment. The golden rays of the setting sun shone through the window and dappled on the picture on
the ground...
There was a young girl in the picture, standing in barren ruins, with her hands sped together
devoutly. The sunlight illuminated one of the corners of the painting, as if it was bringing vitality and
hope to the dested city depicted inside...
"You drew this?"
Franklin stared at the painting. He was ayman who didn''t know much about paintings, but he liked it
very much at first sight.
Lucille supported her body with one hand and caressed her belly with the other. She asked in a low
voice, "Mr. Moore, what''s the matter?"
She finally understood. There was no way he woulde here without a motive.
"I... I originally wanted to pick you up and bring you back to the Jules family. I promised to have dinner
at your house today."
When Franklin spoke, he actually felt a bit helpless.
He looked at Lucille getting up with difficulty. As much as he wanted to help her up, he could not
swallow his pride.
"I''m not going. Thank you, Mr. Moore. Please leave," she replied.
Her gazended on the phone on the sofa not far away from her. Lucille wanted to inch to it gradually;
she wanted to make a phone call, as she distinctly felt a faint pain in her lower abdomen at that time...
She was in her third trimester. Thus, she was afraid that there''d be some problem with the baby after
her fall.
If anything happened to her child, she had to rush to the hospital immediately. Thinking of the
rtionship between Franklin and Natasha, and her child''s cleft lip, she tried her best to endure it.
She did not want Franklin to be the one who sent her to the hospital.
"Your painting... Is it for sale?"
He stood there, tightly clenching his fists. He knew very well that it wasn''t the time to be discussing
paintings, but still he soldiered on.
Lucille turned to look at the painting. The painting was a symbol of her putting her past behind her.
Resolutely, she shook her head and said, "Sorry, no."
At present, she was gradually feeling painful tremors wracking her belly. It was an unknown feeling to
her, but she was very afraid. Her top priority was to go to the hospital as soon as possible.
She was terrified that she would go intobor right there.
"Then..."
"Get out of here!"
Lucille suddenly roared loudly!
She was deathly scared that she would be incapacitated, meaning Franklin would have to send her to
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the hospital in the end.
He was also thrown for a loop. She was never the type to speak loudly. She always acted with caution,
too. What was thisplete reversal of character?
However, someone of his status would never tolerate being yelled at by a woman.
Franklin nced at Lucille, then turned around and strode out.
"Ring..."
As soon as he reached the entrance, he saw Zoel, who was in a casual outfit, carrying a huge bag.
"Franklin? What are you doing here?"
As soon as Zoel saw him, he was ready to attack at any given moment.
Zoel looked up and saw Lucille standing behind them. As it was quite some distance away, he did not
notice Lucille''s abnormality; he thought that nothing had happened.
Franklin lowered his head and saw the shopping bag in Zoel''s hand, full of baby products. A thought
suddenly struck him and he asked, "Is the baby in her belly... yours?"
Zoel was a little hesitant; he didn''t know how to respond.
These days, he could see Lucille''s affection for Franklin, but he realized that he himself had also slowly
fallen in love with her.
A selfish thought came to his mind, but when he was about to speak...
Bang!
A sound came from behind them.
Lucille fell to the ground, still screaming in pain. "Ouch, it hurts, it hurts..."
"Lucille!"
"Lucille!"
Franklin and Zoel rushed over swiftly.
Although Zoel stood further away, he pushed Franklin out of his way with all his might. He was the first
to rush to Lucille''s side and help her up.
"Don''t worry, I''ll take you to the hospital!"
Zoel held her andforted her.
"Mr. Moore, I don''t have time to talk to you now, but if anything happens to her, rest assured that I''ll be
As soon as Franklin tried to speak, he immediately interrupted him.
The usually- frivolous Zoel was particrly serious this time around.
The pain in Lucille''s belly was like nothing she had ever experienced before. As Zoel carried her and
they passed by Franklin, she snuck a nce at him...
It seemed that Franklin was concerned.
"I must be delusional from the pain. It hurts so much that I am hallucinating."
Muttering to herself, Lucille let Zoel carry her and set her down in the passenger seat.
It was then that the pain suddenly subsided. Lucille fastened the seatbelt by herself.
Zoel locked the door of the gallery and drove away speedily.
No one took another look at Franklin.
"How are you? Are you going throughbor pains?"
While they were on the way to the hospital, Zoel queried.
"I am not... Ouch, it hurts again!"
Lucille had been pain-free for a while, but as soon as she spoke, her belly began to hurt again. She
recalled the doctor''s words to her previously; these were uterine contractions.
What surprised her was Zoel''s usage of the technical term bor pains''. Lucille herself had not
understood what it meant until the doctor had told her about it.
Yet Zoel phrased it that urately.
It was rush hour, so there was heavy traffic. The pain in her abdomen came and went in intervals of ten
minutes. When it subsided every so often, Lucille and Zoel could converse normally.
"Why did Frankline over today? It''s not your due date yet, right? Tell me, did he hit you?"
Looking at Lucille suffering from pain asionally, Zoel was visibly ovee with anxiety and
concern. The heavy traffic further heightened his frustration.