Chapter 689

Andrew tightened his grip on Melina's hand, as if he couldn't bear the sadness in her eyes. He grew more desperate. He had to make her take the pill. During their struggle, the bowl Melina was holding fell and shattered. The herbal medicine spilled everywhere. Andrew stepped on the dark liquid. "Angel, we can talk this through later. Take the medicine first." He clutched her wrist, pulled out the abortion pills, and held them to her lips. However, Melina was never someone who just accepted whatever came her way. She kicked him in the leg, broke free from his grip, then grabbed a small pair of scissors and pointed them at him. She spoke coldly. "Stay back. I'm not taking any pills. I've already said I'm having this baby! You have no right to force me!" The scissors were small, the kind Shayla used for crafts. Even if she really stabbed him, it wouldn't cause much harm. Yet, Andrew's face darkened like a brewing storm. She was willing to hurt him for this child. Such a filthy blo