Chapter 11

Seeing Alison's reaction, Timothy, as slow-witted as he was, immediately sensed something was wrong. But when his gaze met Alison's teary eyes, all his suspicions were quickly thrown out the window. Timothy gently stroked her hair and softly comforted her, "Even if that troublemaker is pregnant, it won't threaten your position. Her child will go abroad with her." This only made Alison react even more. "Are you going to let her have the baby?" "Alison..." Timothy was stunned by her expression, unsure how to respond for a long time. Fortunately, Alison quickly regained her usual fragile demeanor. She lowered her head to wipe away the nonexistent tears, her voice trembling as she spoke, "I just think this child shouldn't be born. Timothy, please let me abort it." "No!" Timothy rejected without hesitation. He pursed his lips and thought for a moment, then raised his head with a look of determination in his eyes. "Although I can't do anything, Ethan certainly can. I'll meet him now." Find Ethan? Alison's eyes flickered, and she instinctively called out to stop him. Ethan had gone abroad a long time ago to manage the overseas market. He was even sharper than their father, Bobby Sawford, making him a terrifying figure. "Don't go. I'll think about it more," she said, forcing a reluctant smile. Her behavior was so different from her usual self that Timothy was left confused. Suddenly, he recalled what Dillon had said before. After a brief hesitation, he asked, "Alison, why doesn't Dillon acknowledge this child?" "This…" Alison dodged his gaze. At the same time, there was an added hint of frustration in her eyes. How long was he going to keep asking? Couldn't he tell she didn't want to answer? But she couldn't afford to show too much anger now. Not getting an answer, Timothy's strange feelings resurfaced. He teased her intentionally, "Are you afraid Dillon won't acknowledge it? Don't worry. With me around, I'll make sure you marry Dillon." Alison nervously twisted her fingers, seemingly mulling over Timothy's words. After a long while, she sighed. Her shoulders slumped in exhaustion as she muttered, "The child is Dillon's, but he doesn't know. That night, Dillon was drunk, so..." Timothy nodded in understanding. "I get it. Drunk and out of control. But that's no excuse for him not to take responsibility. I'll make them divorce now!" With that, Timothy turned to leave, wanting to find Dillon. How could he let Dillon bully Alison? Seeing him about to leave, Alison could only forcefully grab his arm and send him several angry glares. Did this idiot Timothy not realize she didn't want Dillon to know? "Timothy," she called out pitifully. "Dillon is a man of great responsibility. Since Estelle is pregnant, we shouldn't separate them. I don't want to make things hard for Dillon. As for the child…" She gently stroked her stomach, and her misty eyes were filled with reluctance. After a pause, Timothy sighed helplessly. "So, what do you plan to do?" She smiled. "I'll have the child, and he will be mine alone." "No!" Timothy shook his head repeatedly. If Bobby and Ethan found out, they would definitely kill him. But when he saw the tears welling in Alison's eyes, he found himself unable to refuse. Finally, he turned his head to avoid her gaze, his voice filled with uncertainty as he said, "Having a child is very hard, not to mention that you're so weak. If you really like children, why don't you just take the troublemaker's child?" Though Estelle was at fault, the child was still Dillon's. If Alison took the child, she wouldn't have to suffer the pain of childbirth, and it would make it easier for Dillon and Estelle to break up, right? A look of disgust flashed in Alison's eyes, but she appeared innocent on the surface. "It's not easy for Estelle to be pregnant. Let's forget about it. I respect Dillon's decision." As Timothy heard this, his heart ached even more for her. He gently stroked her hair. "If you're going to have the child, then you'll need a place to stay and take care of yourself. Mom gave me an island before, and you used to like it a lot. I'll give it to you." Alison's eyes flashed with excitement when she heard that. She nervously shook her head. "That was Mrs. Sawford's gift to you. I can't accept it." "I chose to give it to you. Mom would be happy for you if she knew," Timothy insisted. Before Alison could refuse again, he was already rushing off to handle the transfer paperwork. Watching him leave, she couldn't help but smile smugly. As expected, the easiest person to deceive in the Sawford family was Timothy. … That evening, Estelle was upstairs drawing, and a black Bentley pulled up in front of the villa. Alison entered. Wayne looked at her awkwardly. "Ms. Harrington, you didn't tell us you were coming. I would have had the kitchen prepare your favorite dishes." Alison smiled gently at him, then glanced at the living room. She suddenly frowned. "Wayne, isn't Estelle here?" Hearing that she was looking for Alison, Wayne grew even more uneasy. Upon noticing this, Alison didn't get angry but kept her smile. "Don't worry, Wayne. Timothy was the one who told me Estelle is here, and I came to talk with her and try to improve their relationship." Once Wayne learned her intention, he breathed a sigh of relief. He pointed to the study room, indicating that Estelle was inside. Satisfied with the response, Alison headed upstairs. She didn't knock but walked right in. Estelle was completely absorbed in her work, not noticing Alison's presence. That was until Alison snatched the design sketches out of her hand. Alison suddenly sneered. "Estelle, do you think anyone will buy this trash?" Estelle looked up, her brows furrowing in displeasure at Alison's arrogant attitude. "Give it back." "What if I don't?" Alison waved the paper in her hand, bending down to look at her. Suddenly, a flash of hatred appeared in her eyes. She grabbed Estelle's chin and gritted her teeth, warning, "The Sawford family is mine, and so is Dillon. How dare you carry Dillon's bastard child? You deserve to die." Seeing the hatred in her eyes, Estelle instinctively protected her stomach with both hands. She looked at Alison anxiously. "I've already decided to divorce Dillon. I won't ruin your wedding. What else do you want?" Alison let out another sneer. She tore the design sketches in half, then sighed. "Just you being alive makes me uncomfortable. Why don't you die instead?" As soon as the words left her mouth, she slapped her forehead in frustration. "Wait. That's not right. You're just like your short-lived mother. You'll die soon enough." After saying this, Alison covered her mouth and smiled. Estelle's eyes flashed with hatred. Her fists clenched tightly, and her gaze turned serious. "Alison, no matter what, my mom was the one who supported you. Don't go too far." But Alison showed no respect for her at all, even saying things that were chilling to the bone. "Your mother died too late, making me suffer for so many years."