You Complete Me novel (Skylar and Coralie) novel Chapter 511

"Is it over?"

Franklin grabbed Lucille's wrist. He clearly felt that her arm was swollen.

Seeing her still at work despite the fact that she was heavily pregnant, he felt agitated.

"Yes, we are done." She opened her eyes languidly and peered at her wrist, which had turned white after being grabbed by Franklin. She did not dare struggle.

"You haven't gotten rid of the child yet, and you haven't proved that it's not mine. How could you say that we're done?"

Franklin increased the strength of his grip as if venting his anger on her.

Lucille tried her best to endure the pain but failed in the end. She gritted her teeth and blurted out, "It hurts."

However, she did not understand what he meant.

"Mr. Moore, I was the one who insisted on it in the past... Now, I'm not going to do that anymore," she said

In the past, she was always pestering Franklin, begging him to trust her and wait for her. At that time, he always looked reluctant.

But now, why did he say that they were not done yet?

'Are you giving up? Are you going to let it go?" He asked.

"Yes."

Lucille nodded.

Although Franklin was smiling, blue veins were bulging slightly on his temples. He tried his best to suppress his rage as he spoke, "You used to say that the child was mine back then. You asked me to trust you. I made the decision to believe in you, and what now? Are you playing cat and mouse with me?"

"Mr. Moore, the child is indeed not yours." Lucille feigned calmness and tried to cover up the quiver in her voice. "I was in the wrong. Initially, I planned to... take advantage of you to raise my child, but now I won't..."

"Shut up, you b*tch!" Franklin yelled.

Bang!

Before Lucille could finish what she was about to say, he shook her hand from his grip forcefully.

As Lucille was pregnant, she lost her balance after being flung away with that amount of force. She tumbled a few steps back, bumped into the frame behind her, and fell down.

The painting that she had just completed also fell to the ground.

Franklin lowered his head. At first glance, he noticed the painting next to her. It was sunset at the moment. The golden rays of the setting sun shone through the window and dappled on the picture on the ground...

There was a young girl in the picture, standing in barren ruins, with her hands clasped together devoutly. The sunlight illuminated one of the corners of the painting, as if it was bringing vitality and hope to the desolated city depicted inside...

"You drew this?"

Franklin stared at the painting. He was a layman who didn't know much about paintings, but he liked it very much at first sight.

Lucille supported her body with one hand and caressed her belly with the other. She asked in a low voice, "Mr. Moore, what's the matter?"

She finally understood. There was no way he would come here without a motive.

"I... I originally wanted to pick you up and bring you back to the Jules family. I promised to have dinner at your house today."

When Franklin spoke, he actually felt a bit helpless.

He looked at Lucille getting up with difficulty. As much as he wanted to help her up, he could not swallow his pride.

"I'm not going. Thank you, Mr. Moore. Please leave," she replied.

Her gaze landed on the phone on the sofa not far away from her. Lucille wanted to inch to it gradually; she wanted to make a phone call, as she distinctly felt a faint pain in her lower abdomen at that time...

She was in her third trimester. Thus, she was afraid that there'd be some problem with the baby after her fall.

If anything happened to her child, she had to rush to the hospital immediately. Thinking of the relationship between Franklin and Natasha, and her child's cleft lip, she tried her best to endure it.

She did not want Franklin to be the one who sent her to the hospital.

"Your painting... Is it for sale?"

He stood there, tightly clenching his fists. He knew very well that it wasn't the time to be discussing paintings, but still he soldiered on.

Lucille turned to look at the painting. The painting was a symbol of her putting her past behind her. Resolutely, she shook her head and said, "Sorry, no."

At present, she was gradually feeling painful tremors wracking her belly. It was an unknown feeling to her, but she was very afraid. Her top priority was to go to the hospital as soon as possible.

She was terrified that she would go into labor right there.

"Then..."

"Get out of here!"