Chapter 72

"Let me go, Darson! What the hell?!" Chiarra struggled against Darson's tight grip on her elbow as he dragged her out of the place.

She had trouble keeping up with his fast, long strides. She had tripped several times in her high heels, but she didn’t fall because Darson was practically carrying her.

"It hurts!!" she protested angrily. "Could you slow down?!"

"Damn it, Chiarra!!" Darson threw her into the car. Her back hit the side mirror, which she immediately complained about.

"Ouch! W-What the hell, Darson?!" She clutched her stomach, her face filled with pain as she looked up. "Are you planning to hurt our child?!"

"Are you kidding? Isn’t that what you wanted to do to the baby in your womb?!" Darson threatened to slap her, which shocked her, but he didn’t follow through. His frustration was barely contained. "With what you did to Celeste, you didn’t even care about your own situation, did you?! How did you get here?!"

She shouted back through her tears. "That woman invited me, wha