Chapter 17 I Said Put Her Down!

Mason did not think too much about it. Thinking that she was still putting up a pretense, he laughed coldly. “Playing the pity game is meaningless to me.” The petite figure on the ground did not move. Mason raised his eyebrows. “Are you done acting?” She still did not move. Mason narrowed his long eyes slightly as he wheeled himself forward. It was then that he saw that Claire’s face was as pale as a sheet of paper. Even her lips had lost their color. All of a sudden, Mason felt something grip his heart. Twenty minutes later, in the corridor of the hospital. Mason sat gloomily in his wheelchair, gazing coldly at Simon, who had been busy running around and was walking towards him now that he was done. “What happened to her?” Mason asked in an unfriendly tone. Simon pursed his lips. “The doctor said her blood circulation was poor, plus since she was sick and mentally exhausted, so that affected the fetus slightly, that’s all.” Mason raised his eyebrow, and let out a cold snort of laughter after he heard that. “Is she putting on a pity show? How could a fetus be affected that easily?” Simon said, “...Young Master Yeich, Miss Schmidt did indeed look in bad shape. Besides, this is the hospital’s diagnosis.” Mason’s gaze landed on Simon’s face like a sharp knife. Simon immediately coughed lightly as he said, “Perhaps it was a misdiagnosis. What does the Young Master Yeich plan on doing?” Mason remembered that his previous objective had not been achieved, for she had spat out the pill he had fed her. His gaze gradually grew colder. “Contact a doctor, have an abortion performed on her.” Simon’s eyes grew wide as he heard him. “Young… Young Master Yeich?” “Did she think she could keep that wild child just by faking illness?” “Er, Miss Schmidt hasn’t aborted the child yet?” Simon rubbed the back of his head. “That’s quite excessive. She is now your wife, if that child were to exist, wouldn’t you be cuckolded, Young Master Yeich?” As he spoke, Simon began imagining Mason with a stern expression on his face as the idea of being cuckolded overcame him, and nearly lost it. “Got a death wish?” The cold voice was like a basin of cold water that splashed Simon awake. Jostled back to his senses, he nodded as he said, “I’ll go contact the doctor.” Simon soon left. Mason wheeled himself towards the ward, the wheels on his chair noiseless as they slid into the stark white ward. The smell of disinfectant wafted into his nostrils. The petite woman was lying on the bed, her hands neatly flattened against her chest and a pretty expression on her face. Aside from her pale face and lips, you could not tell that she was sick. She looked more like she was asleep. Such a cunning woman, yet she looked like this when she was comatose. The wheels slowly approached the side of the bed. Mason’s deep eyes were fixated on her. She had to be faking it, right? There was no way things were so coincidental that she fainted at this time. Did she think that she could keep that wild child this way? Mason looked at her in fascination. Claire’s eyelashes fluttered slightly as she opened her eyes slowly. Having just woken up, her eyes were misty, but they cleared up slowly. As the mist gradually dispersed, he finally saw the magnificent sight in front of him. It was like a cold and clean spring. The spring was as tranquil as a spring drawn by a cartoonist using his colored pencils. Elegant, serene, soul-penetrating. Mason was stunned. The next second, it was as if a stone had been cast into the surface of the spring, causing a ripple. When she saw Mason, Claire sat up in fear. Her petite figure shrunk towards the corner as she looked at him with eyes filled with fear. Mason narrowed his eyes and asked through clenched teeth, “Am I a monster?” ‘You’re worse than a monster,’ Claire thought inwardly. She lowered her eyelids, afraid to make eye contact with him. “Please, let me keep him.” A second later, Claire begged softly. Her voice was low, like the wail of an animal on its deathbed. It was not powerful, yet it flowed in Mason’s bloodstream and made its way right into his heart. “Trying to convince me with a wild child?” Claire did not speak, merely biting on her lower lip. “Staying at the Yeich house and keeping him, choose one.” Claire raised her head and looked at him, her eyes filled with desperation. She had not thought of a plan, and she seemed panicked and helpless. The two stared at each other. Footsteps rang out on the corridor as Simon appeared in the ward with a doctor by his side. “Dr. Smith, we’re here.” Confusion flashed through Claire’s clear eyes as she looked at the two people who had suddenly appeared. What was going on? As she met Mason’s cold eyes, Claire understood. “Miss Schmidt, am I correct? You’re here for the abortion?” “No!” Claire refused loudly, her petite figure shrinking into a corner. A cloud of sadness enveloped her as she refused anyone to get near her. “Miss Schmidt, there will be no pain if you obey, else…” Simon had just finished speaking when several men in suits and sunglasses entered. It was clear that a plan had been made. If she did not cooperate, she would be forcibly brought there. So what? She still won’t say yes! “In your dreams!” Claire bit on her lower lip and glared at the men. “Don’t come near me!” Looking at her, Simon shook his head helplessly. “Get her.” “Yes sir!” The men approached Claire, but she had prepared herself. As they got near her, she began kicking and punching them. Like a crazed woman, Claire had forgotten she had just woken up from a faint. When she excited herself again, her vision blacked out as she lost consciousness and slumped limply against the bed. “Young Master Yeich, she… seems to have fainted again.” Mason had been watching from the sidelines. He laughed coldly when he took a look and said, “It’s stupid to use the same trick twice. Take her away.” Simon nodded as he instructed the men to take Claire away. Claire’s delicate body was lifted without any resistance met. Her long, silky hair scattered downwards and her collar shifted to one side, revealing a pale, pretty shoulder. It only took one look for Mason to feel a prickle in his eye. Before he had responded, his voice had rung out. “Put her down.” The men were startled. Was it Young Master Yeich who had just spoken? “Are you all deaf?” The men snapped back to their senses and hurriedly placed Claire back to where she was. Simon was still stunned. He asked, “Young Master Yeich, is something wrong?” Mason wheeled himself over and stopped in front of her, reaching out to button the buttons that had become undone during her struggle. It took him a moment to realize what he was doing. Everyone was giving him a weird look as if he was doing something funny. As Mason came back to his senses, he retracted his hands and plastered a bloodthirsty smile on his face. “No matter what, she is my woman. If I hear that you’ve seen or touched something that you shouldn’t have, I’ll make you wish you were dead.” The men immediately reacted. Nodding quickly, they said, “Understood, Young Master Yeich.” As he finished speaking, Mason felt someone tug on his collar. He turned around and saw Claire had opened her clear eyes. Her expression looked pitiful, like a small animal that had been abandoned. Her voice was weak as she begged, “Mason, let me keep him, please?” She fainted again after she finished speaking. Her hand, which had been tugging on the corner of his shirt, dropped along with her. The ward was silent. Mason sat unmoving, his deep eyes fixated on the pale, pretty face in front of him. After a long while, Simon looked uneasily at Claire and licked his lower lip as he said, “Young Master Yeich, how about… we don’t do an abortion?”