Jim had interrupted Bonnie coldly before she could even finish her sentence.
His icy gaze fell on her pale face and vowed in a cold, emotionless voice, "Even if something like this truly happened...! 11 never let you bring this child to the world, lest you use it to threaten me."
With that, he flung away her arm so forcefully—
Bonnie lost her balance, and her entire body flew toward the nearest pillar.
Just as she was about to collide with the pillar, Bonnie extended her injured hand to grab hold of it for balance.
With a loud snap, the weight of her entire body landed on her previously broken finger, fracturing it once more.
This time, it hurt far more than the first.
Bonnie slowly shifted her weight away from her hand, wrapped both her arms around the pillar, and slowly slumped to the ground.
An excruciating pain shot through her entire body, and her face was even paler than the wall behind her.
She shot Jim a sharp look as she continued to hug the pillar in comfort.
Jim could not help letting out a sneer when he met her angry gaze.
He had just flung her arm a little. Why was she putting on such a dramatic show, so much so that one would think she had broken her arm?
As soon as he thought of this, Jim cleared his throat and said curtly, "That's enough, Bonnie. The only person I love is Charlotte, and she’s the woman I'm going to marry.
"As for you? You matter less to me than even one of her fingers."
With that, he turned around and left.
Bonnie sat alone on the ground, still holding the pillar for support, as the sneer o n her face grew colder and colder.
Jim had said that she mattered less to him than one of Charlotte's fingers.
Ironically, she had fractured her finger a second time because of him.
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