Chapter 4

Emily was left speechless when she heard Roberts's question. She couldn't even begin to process it. Miller, beside her, became furious. "What the hell are you talking about, Roberts? The baby she's carrying is an Wilson!" 

"So what? Aren't there enough descendants in this family already? No matter how much you insist on keeping it, I have a thousand ways to get rid of it." 

Roberts didn't hesitate for a second, and every word he said was like a bolt for Emily. 

Terrified, she began to sweat cold and clutched her stomach.

 "Damn it!" Miller growled. "How dare you defy me like this? Have you forgotten that I'm your father?" 

But the young man just smiled sarcastically. "Did I hear correctly? Oh, please, Miller, you don't deserve to be called my father." 

In a fit of resentment, Miller knocked over the crystal lamp on the nightstand. 

Growing more frightened, Emily stepped back and even wanted to leave the room, as things were getting out of control. 

Although his father was furious, Roberts remained unmoved, as if he didn't care at all. He even picked up a glass of water from the nightstand and sipped it calmly. 

They were now at a stalemate. In the end, it was Miller who broke the silence. "Well, I guess arguing won't solve anything. The artificial insemination was today, we won't know if there were any results until a month from now... Before making any hasty decisions, I suggest you get to know Emily better; perhaps you'll change your mind when you spend some time with her. If after that month you still want a divorce, we can see what to do... Can you at least commit to being her husband for that time?" Miller emphasized the last sentence and looked at his son firmly. 

Without saying anything, Roberts simply scoffed. Although he didn't have the strength he once had, he was stronger than his father. "Take your time to think about it," Miller declared before leaving. 

Soon, the atmosphere in the room lightened, and Emily stepped out of the corner where she had been hiding. With her head down, she wondered what she could do to please her husband. What was done was done, and she was married to that man; not only that, but she might be carrying his child. For now, it would be best to endure and see how things unfolded.

 However, the more she thought about her marriage to Roberts, the more firmly the idea took hold in her mind that this man had terrible luck. Not only had he been crippled at such a young age, but now he had been married without his consent. 

Emily understood his reasons for being angry and decided to win his favor by taking care of him and showing him that she was a good candidate to be his wife. So, looking at him nervously, she approached him with trembling steps. 

"Hello, Roberts... I'm Emily Parker, your...". To show her commitment and kindness, Emily gave him a big smile.

 But Roberts only returned a frown and a scowl. "What could you do for me?" he replied coldly. This question puzzled Emily, and scratching her head, she stammered, "Well... I can push your wheelchair for you." But as soon as she uttered those words, she regretted saying them. 

Although it wasn't her intention, her statement sounded more like a mockery than a genuine offer. 

But that was the only thing that came to her mind at that moment. As expected, Roberts's face darkened even more. 

“Oh! I can do other things too!" she said quickly, trying to please him. "I'm a good cook, I can prepare anything for you, just say...".

 But the man interrupted her when he grabbed her in his arms. A chill ran down her spine as soon as his pleasant scent enveloped her. She was so close to him that she could hear his heartbeats. 

When she came to her senses, she tried to regain her composure. But Roberts immobilized her by grabbing her by the neck with force. 

Perplexed, Emily widened her eyes, and her heart raced. Leaning towards her, the man whispered in her ear, "It seems you're afraid of me, is it your conscience that won't leave you alone?". 

With that, he leaned back to get a good look at her. His fingers slid down her neck to her chest and then went back up to the nape of her neck. 

Emily immediately felt a shiver run through her from head to toe. His touch was enough to unsettle her senses. 

Anxiously, she held her breath for a while and then murmured, "No... No". 

Roberts smiled, but there was a hint of malice in his eyes. He then straightened up and continued to caress her like a cat playing with its food. 

An inexplicable terror filled Emily at that moment. What did he want? Why was he doing this? But before she could come to a conclusion, the man's grip tightened, and he began to strangle her. Emily blushed red as a tomato. 

How did he notice that bruise at a glance? And why was he caressing it? It could be that... As if he had read her mind, Roberts said coldly, "I should have strangled you in front of Jason last night." Then he squeezed harder, as if he didn't care about ending her. In the midst of this critical situation, Emily realized what was really going on. 

Roberts was conscious the night before! He knew everything!