Please Let Me Go, My Contracted Ex-Husband.-Chapter 175 - - his child.

After Lucca finished speaking, she laughed triumphantly, tears streaming down her face. Albert didn't think twice before grabbing her and heading toward the door. Lucca struggled violently.

"What are you doing?"

He gritted his teeth and replied:

"Going to the police station!"

Lucca sneered and shook off his grip.

"Albert, what good is sending me to the police station? Do you have any evidence? What evidence do you have to prove that I was the one behind what happened to Maureen?"

Her words immediately made Albert stop in his tracks. She was right—there was no evidence. Everything they had was based purely on their understanding of her and their assumptions.

He was shaking with anger, pointing at her with fury.

"Lucca, just wait. This is a matter of life and death. If the police investigate and find out, no one will be able to save you. Just wait to spend the rest of your life in prison!"

"There won't be any evidence. Everything I did was perfect, hahaha—"

Lucca said, her eyes filled with tears, her words dripping with venom. Albert shot her a furious look before slamming the door and leaving. He knew that if he stayed any longer, he might end up killing her himself.

Since the day she was taken away by that man, Albert had waited for three days in front of her small apartment but never saw her again. Her phone had been off the entire time. He had completely lost his patience, so he ordered Jim to track down Quinn's whereabouts in the city, and then drove over to confront him.

Quinn's residence was in a remote suburban area, a standalone villa. The surroundings looked desolate and abandoned, but in reality, they hid a surging, hidden vitality.

He squinted his eyes and coldly surveyed the area. Quinn was indeed capable—he had once been hunted by Kynthia's family and had been forced into hiding. In just a year or two, he had managed to expand his power to this level. It seemed that soon the Kynthia family would be at risk of being overtaken.

"Where is she?"

At the villa's front door, leaning against the car and smoking, Albert got straight to the point. Quinn didn't try to hide anything, smiling as he replied:

"She's asleep. Her mental state's been off these past few days. I barely managed to feed her a few bites before she fell back asleep again."

"Feed her?"

Albert's voice suddenly rose, and he quickly threw away his cigarette. He grabbed Quinn by the collar, his teeth clenched as he hissed:

"Are you out of your mind? That's my wife!"

Suddenly, the sound of bullets being loaded echoed around them. Albert's expression grew more furious. Since he had found this place, there was no way he was leaving without her—even if he had to fight to the death.

Quinn, however, seemed unfazed. He simply waved his hand lazily toward the back, and the sound of weapons being cocked faded away. He didn't resist Albert's actions, but looked at him indifferently and said:

"You won't be able to go any further."

"Whether or not I can go further isn't for you to decide. A man like you, scheming over someone else's woman, is hardly what I'd expect from Mr. Quinn!"

Albert released Quinn and coldly mocked him.

Quinn's expression tightened.

"I'll clarify right away—I don't have any ill intentions toward her. I just... must have her."

His arrogant words made Albert want to tear this man apart on the spot. Quinn, however, maintained his calm demeanor.

"I'm sure the vice president knows that there's too much standing between you two, especially your hatred. That's the most fatal wound between you."

Albert slowly narrowed his cold, sharp eyes. Upon closer inspection, one could see the flames of anger and viciousness burning in them. Unafraid of death, Quinn continued:

"So, I'm not trying to steal or force her. I'm just waiting for her to be heartbroken by you, to come running to me on her own—just like now."

Two months later,

Cynthia set foot on this land once again. She landed at the airport at midnight, and as she looked down at the city from the thirty-thousand-foot-high skies, there was a unique charm to it. She felt a sudden sense of enlightenment in her heart.

After taking a taxi home, she took a shower and slept well. The next day, she didn't wake up until late morning. After tidying herself up, she went to the hospital to visit Maureen.

Maureen was still lying lifelessly in her hospital bed. She was lying next to Wendy's seven-year-old son, who was holding a children's book and reading it aloud with great concentration. Cynthia felt a wave of heartache.

The little boy had somehow heard that if he spoke to his mom every day, she would wake up, so every day after school, he would come here to tell her all about his day.

Tears welled up in Cynthia's eyes, and she couldn't bring herself to look any longer. She turned around and left. Wendy had mentioned that she was preparing to undergo surgery at the military medical university soon, and no matter how slim the chances were, they were going to try.

After leaving the hospital, Cynthia went to the small clinic. She hadn't been around for three months and wasn't sure how Victoria and Gary were managing. She had expected the two half-grown kids to mess things up, but to her surprise, everything was well-organized, and her heart felt immense relief.

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"Senior, you're back! I've missed you so much!" Victoria happily rushed up to her and gave her a tight hug. Gary, a bit shy, smiled and said, "Senior, welcome back, hehe!"

After exchanging pleasantries, Cynthia changed into her white coat and prepared to get to work. Victoria and Gary exchanged looks of joy, silently noting how much their senior had changed since her return from Syria. She no longer had the intense emotional ups and downs she had had three months ago. She no longer exuded that deep sorrow and pain. Now, she was calm and composed, with eyes that seemed to see things more clearly than others. Perhaps the baptism of war had given her a more detached perspective on life.

Cynthia had just settled into her seat when a person entered the clinic. The three of them looked up and immediately fell silent. Victoria and Gary's expressions quickly shifted to one of disgust, and the atmosphere in the clinic became tense.

Lucca, however, ignored their rejection. With one hand lightly resting on her abdomen and a smile on her face, she walked in.

"I heard Miss Lancaster is an exceptional doctor," she said. "I'm feeling a bit unwell, so I thought I'd come and ask Miss Lancaster for a checkup!"

"We don't welcome you here!"

Victoria shot her a glare and loudly rejected her.

"Victoria, this is a clinic. How can we refuse a patient who comes in?"

Cynthia wasn't bothered. She calmly spoke to Victoria, then turned to look at Lucca with a neutral expression. Her tone remained indifferent, with no sign of emotion.

"Please, have a seat."

Lucca wasn't polite at all, and immediately sat down on the chair beside Cynthia's desk. Cynthia looked at her in a calm manner and asked, "Miss Lucca, where do you feel unwell?"

Lucca lowered her gaze to her abdomen, then raised her face with a look of happiness and a sweet smile.

"I would like to ask Miss Lancaster to check if I'm pregnant!"

Her smile made Cynthia's eyes ache, and the word "pregnant" hit her like a thunderclap in her mind. Her expression faltered, and she could no longer maintain her usual composure.

If Lucca had truly been feeling unwell, Cynthia would have put aside her grudges and tried her best to treat her. But when Lucca mentioned pregnancy, Cynthia couldn't help but think the child must be his!

After all, a proud woman like Lucca wouldn't allow another man to touch her. Moreover, the smile on her face as she spoke about it only confirmed that it was his child.

Before she could think too much, Lucca's next words only further solidified her thoughts. She said,

"It was the night you went to Syria. He was in a bad mood, drunk out of his mind, and came to me, so... we ended up together!"