Chapter 387

The bathroom door burst open and a figure in a white bathrobe emerged. His hair was slick with water, droplets dripping to the ground as he stepped out.

Pierre first saw Mercer standing in his house, then looked at Calla clinging to the couch. He was momentarily stunned by the unusual sight.

At that moment, Pierre stood there in a loosely tied bathrobe, revealing his broad chest. Witnessing this only fueled Mercer's anger.

Without warning, Mercer lunged forward and grabbed Pierre by the collar of his robe. "Pierre, you've been hitting on my woman time and time again. What's your game?"

Though embarrassed, Pierre remained defiant. "Is Calla your woman? Then what about Sophie? As far as I know, you and Calla have been divorced for a while!"

Pierre's words sent Mercer into a fury. He charged at Pierre like a bull, pinning him against the wall and bellowing in anger, "She's carrying my child now!"

Pierre froze for a moment. Then, he let out a low, derisive chuckle, his eyes locking o