Chapter 18 Go to Hell With Him
Eileen went back to her room, found the first–aid kit, and dabbed iodine on her wound.
Over the past few years, Fremont had spoiled her so much that she had turned soft and delicate.
It was a far cry from when she first entered showbiz. Back then, she faced. retaliation for refusing to play by the unwritten rules.
In freezing temperatures, she repeatedly filmed scenes where she had to fall into the water. She got slapped more than a dozen times by the leading actress.
Filming fight scenes was even more dangerous. She was constantly getting hurt.
With her low status, she could only endure the pain and treat herself. She never told Fremont about her struggles, not wanting to burden him every time she made a transfer.
When she got seriously injured, she hid from him for a month.
Finally, he suddenly showed up at her rental place. When he saw the wound on her back, he hugged her tightly, his burning tears soaking her wound.
She even smiled and said it was no big deal. Once the wound healed, she would get a tattoo. It would be fun to do it from behind in the future.
That was the Eileen he had vowed to cherish for a lifetime.
Now she picked up the first–aid kit again and coldly told him she didn’t
need him anymore.
She was quick with the treatment. By the time he came in, she was already done.
Ignoring him. Eileen walked into the closet and picked out a suitable outfit.
She, who used to be lazy and slovenly, hadn’t dressed up so nicely for a long time.
“Eily, where are you going?” asked Fremont.
“To the Falcon Law Firm to discuss the divorce agreement.” As she spoke, she put on a large white pearl necklace and paired it with an off- white cashmere cocoon coat.
With her tall and slender figure, when she put on the high heels she hadn’t worn for a long time, she exuded even more noble elegance.
She turned to look at him. “Since you’re so free today, come along. After all, I’m going to divide your property.”
Fremont’s eyes dimmed. “I still have some business to attend to.”
He couldn’t bear to see her break up with him so firmly.
Eileen wasn’t torn either. “Fremont, I still have the same thought. After all these years of our relationship, I don’t want to end up hating each other. If possible, we can still be friends.”
This was her most generous concession.
Fremont watched as she drove away. He silently cleaned up the broken glass in the living room and wiped away the water stains.
She usually loved walking around the house barefoot without socks. The
house was always spotless.
There wasn’t even a speck of garbage, for fear that it would prick her feet, but the person who did this was the one who had stabbed her heart severely
He smoked a cigarette in the courtyard before getting into the car.
The driver took him to a small building, the residence where he had arranged for Chelsea to have her prenatal care.
There were two experienced maids here. When he entered the living room. Chelsea, who was humming and arranging flowers, turned her head to look at him. her face beaming with joy.
“Mr. Woodward.” Her eyes widened in surprise. “What brings you here?”
Fremont said in a gloomy tone. “You two, leave.”
“Yes. Mr. Woodward.” The maids left and closed the door behind them.
He noticed that Chelsea was wearing a white dress. Before the avatar incident, he hadn’t realized what she was up to.
He thought she was happy with what she had, and Alfred had taken care of everything for him.
Except for that day when she said she had a stomachache on the film set and he rushed to check on her, only to be set up and photographed.
Now that he thought about it, her wild ambitions had been there from the start, including imitating Eileen.
Eileen wore all kinds of colors at work, but when she was with Fremont, she was mostly stuck to white.
There were fresh roses in the vase on the dining table.
Chelsea saw him looking around and didn’t say a word. She felt a bit
uneasy.
She licked her lips and cautiously walked toward him, with a flattering smile on her face. “Are you tired? Do you want me to give you a shoulder rub?”
Fremont walked to the table without a word. His fingers stroked the
bright petals of the roses as he said in a low voice, “Do you think that by imitating her preferences, her clothes, and her avatar, you can become her?”
“Mr. Woodward. I’m not deliberately imitating anything. I just like…” Chelsea tried to defend herself.
Fremont snapped. “That day, you said you weren’t feeling well and asked me to go to the film set to find you, and you secretly took a photo of me and posted it online. Didn’t I tell you not to do that again?”
Chelsea tugged at the corner of her dress. “It was all a coincidence.”
“Coincidence? In just half a year, you bribed my mom and sister behind my back. Chelsea, you have a really vicious scheme!”
He swept the vase off the table. The glass shattered, making Chelsea scream in fright.
Fremont bent down and picked up a piece of glass. His face was icy cold, and there was intense murderous intent in his dark eyes.
He walked toward Chelsea, and she instinctively backed away until she hit the sofa with nowhere else to go.
“You had such a bright future ahead, but you’ve ruined it all. Chelsea, I only ever wanted the baby in your belly, not you.”
Chelsea looked at him as he tightly gripped the shard, not even caring that
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his palm was cut and blood was flowing all over the place.
She was so scared that her whole body was trembling. “Mr. Woodward, I know I was wrong. I won’t have any more delusions in the future. I.”
Fremont pressed the glass against her face.
Chelsea screamed in fear. She tried her best to control her trembling body. “You can’t treat me like this.”
She always looked forward to having an opportunity to get close to Fremont.
But when this day really came, he was holding a piece of glass and trying to disfigure her.
“Mr. Woodward, I’m a public figure and I’m carrying your child. If you hurt me. I…”
Before she could finish her sentence, Fremont had already stabbed the glass into her face.
Chelsea’s eyes widened in shock. She never expected him to be so quick and ruthless!
He sneered, “What are you? You don’t even deserve to imitate her. Without this child, you’re worse than an ant.”
Chelsea was so scared she couldn’t say a word. She just stared at his thin lips as he spat out the most venomous words.
“Remember this feeling.” he said.
She could feel the blood dripping down her chin, but she didn’t dare to
move at all
Fremont only stabbed it in and didn’t scrape downwards. The wound
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wasn’t too big.
His eyes were cold and chilling. “Don’t think for a second you can replace her in my heart. If you dare to do it again, I’ll ruin your face. Got it?”
Chelsea just blinked, which was her answer.
He pulled out the glass, tossed it aside, and walked toward the door. “From today on, you don’t need to live here anymore.”
Chelsea was stunned. “Mr. Woodward, what do you mean?”
“I’ll cancel all your cards. The bodyguards will move your things to your rental place. Go back to where you came from! Rats should stay in the sewer.”
Chelsea placed her hand on her belly. “But I’m carrying your baby!”
Fremont grasped the doorknob with his well–defined fingers. “Then take good care of it. Once the baby is born, I’ll stick to our deal. But…”
He turned around and gave her a creepy smile. “If the baby is gone, you’ll go to hell with him.”
