Chapter 9

Jordyn's sobs stopped abruptly, her eyes filled with grievance. "Clark, my feelings for you are genuine."

The thought of her scheming made Clark feel a surge of disgust. "What’s your ‘genuine feelings’ worth?"

He pulled out a bank card and tossed it on the table, his expression cold. "There’s 300,000 dollars on this card. Take the money and get an abortion. Otherwise, I’ll have my bodyguards drag you to the hospital. You know what to choose."

Jordyn hesitated for a moment, then grabbed the card with trembling hands and ran out of the restaurant in tears.

Clark called his bodyguards to make sure they followed her to the hospital, then hung up in frustration. Upon seeing the photo of Nyla on his screen saver, his expression softened. Without much hesitation, he called her.

It rang for a long time before she answered.

"What do you want?"

Nyla's cold tone was like a bucket of ice water, instantly cooling Clark's previously warm heart from thinking of her. He clenched his phone tight