Chapter 2

By the time Landon arrived at the black market, Chloe was already worth thirty million.

Her highly fertile body had caught the eye of many wealthy merchants.

"I heard women like her are the most fun."

"I'm going to buy her and make her a breeding machine. Maybe my company's stock price will rise too because of lucky babies."

These words reached Landon's ears. His expression grew darker and darker.

I merely sneered mockingly.

The Cross family business grew because of the Lowell family's investment and my ruthless methods.

How could it possibly be due to a few so-called "lucky babies"?

Chloe hung from the auction stage, frightening. The moment she saw Landon, her delicate ankles kicked wildly in the air.

"Honey, save me! I still have our baby in my belly."

Anxiety flooded Landon's eyes.

Under everyone's watchful gaze, he knelt on one knee beside my feet, his voice trembling.

"Yvonne, please let her go. Or at least wait until she gives birth, then you can deal with her however you want."

I looked at Landon as if looking at a stranger.

He had only knelt twice in his life.

The first time was at my father's hospital bed. He knelt and swore he would never betray me.

My father passed away with a smile, and I became Mrs. Cross.

The second time was now.

Mr. Landon Cross, who appeared so lofty in front of others, begging.

"It's a girl."

"We lost a daughter once. Just think of it as our daughter being reincarnated into Chloe's belly."

I nearly went insane. "How dare Chloe even compare!"

That daughter was a child I had longed for in the first year of our marriage, after going through countless treatments.

But when I was three months pregnant, Landon was kidnapped by a rival gang.

I didn't have time to wait for my men to arrive. I went alone to rescue him.

But no matter how skilled I was, I couldn't fight off that many vicious men.

Those three hours were living hell.

Our daughter, when removed, was already formed enough to show human features.

A butterfly knife flew from my sleeve, slashing across Landon's cheek, leaving a bloody mark.

Landon seemed not to feel the pain. He shook his head helplessly.

"If you've let off steam, stop making a scene. You're five years older than me, why are you still acting like a child?"

Seeing Landon injured, Chloe screamed frantically, ignoring that she was still hanging there.

"Yvonne Lowell! My husband finds it disgusting every time he touches you..."

Landon's eyes flashed with warning, and his subordinate immediately stepped onto the auction stage and gagged Chloe.

A metallic sweetness rose in my throat. My voice turned hoarse.

"So, you find me disgusting."

I unconsciously touched my lower abdomen.

My second child with Landon was still sleeping peacefully inside.

Landon desperately tried to explain, but I felt so tired.

I waved my hand.

"This farce should end."

The auctioneer's gavel fell.

The wealthy merchant who won Chloe trembled with his entire body of fat as he carried her into a room.

Landon's eyes turned bloodshot. He pulled out a handgun.

Bang. Bang. Bang.

Three bullet holes appeared at my feet.

"I've said everything nicely, yet you're still so heartless. I'll say this one last time-let Chloe go, or the next shot won't be aimed at the floor."

I looked at him calmly, not even my eyelashes trembling. "Mr. Cross, be my guest."

If Landon dared to shoot, he would be riddled with bullets on Lowell family territory.

He glared at me fiercely, then like an enraged lion, led his men charging toward Chloe.

Moments later, the wealthy merchant, covered in bullet wounds, was thrown out.

As Landon carried Chloe past me, his gaze was icy cold.

"Thank God! Chloe's daughter is fine. Otherwise, I wouldn't let you off so easily."

Watching his retreating figure, I called the hospital.

This child had congenital abnormalities. The doctor said there was a risk of miscarriage at any time. Now it seemed there was no need to force myself to keep it.

How could such a man deserve to be a father?