Chapter 691

Jonathan’s expression darkened as he snapped his gaze to Christian.

Christian stood stunned for a few seconds, then quickly stared at Sherry’s belly. He asked, “Are you pregnant? Am I going to be a dad? How could I not know about this?”

Sherry replied, “I went for the ultrasound alone this morning. I just got the results on my phone. I’m six weeks pregnant. I haven’t had the chance to tell you yet.”

Christian gripped Sherry’s hand tightly, tears streaming down his face–he couldn’t tell if it was from excitement or something else. He murmured, “This is wonderful.”

Jonathan rested his forehead against his fingers, watching the scene with icy disdain. He sneered, “Being a father feels wonderful, doesn’t it? Does that mean my son could just be ignored? He doesn’t even get to know his real father?”

Sherry stroked her belly and said, “Mr. Lynn, we were wrong, both of us. For the sake of our upcoming wedding and the baby I’m carrying, please, spare our little family of three. Ever since Christian left the company, we’ve barely been in touch with Teresa. If you don’t believe me, you can ask her yourself. We were hardly involved in any of this. Now, Christian and I just want a quiet, ordinary life together.”

Jonathan’s face was utterly devoid of warmth. He thought, ‘Who doesn’t want a simple life? I don’t even dare to hope for that anymore.”

Christian patted Sherry’s hand gently and said, “You should leave first. I will apologize to Mr. Lynn alone.”

Sherry clung to Christian’s hand and said, “You shouldn’t be here. This is all my fault. I told you not to get involved in this mess. Now that everything’s come to light, I’ve ruined your life. I’m so sorry, Christian.”

Christian looked at Jonathan and said, “Mr. Lynn, do whatever you want with me. Even if you throw me in jail, I won’t complain. But please, for the sake of my pregnant wife, don’t hold her accountable. I’m begging you, Mr. Lynn.”

Jonathan’s sneer deepened, his eyes growing colder. He thought, ‘How amusing, playing the loving couple, are we?’ He cast a condescending glance at Sherry’s hand pressed protectively against her belly.

Sherry’s face was deathly pale–perhaps the strain was taking a toll on her pregnancy. Tears welled in her eyes as she clung desperately to Christian’s hand, refusing to let go.

In her gaze burned an unshakable resolve: whatever happened, she would stand by Christian through it all.

Jonathan stood up, turning away with chilling indifference. He demanded, “Get out, all of you. Never show your faces to me again.”

Christian said, “Mr. Lynn, I’ll leave Nareigh for good. I wish you good health, and may Mike grow up happy and strong.”

Sherry wiped away her tears and said, “Mr. Lynn, Christian and I will be leaving Nareigh together. I wish you and Mike all the best.”

Jonathan didn’t glance back. His tall figure cast a solitary, imposing silhouette.

Christian carefully supported the pregnant Sherry as they slowly walked away, one step at a time.

Jonathan remained alone in the room for a long time, lost in his thoughts. Just as he was about to leave home for the hospital, he heard footsteps in the hallway grow steadily closer.

Cheryl stepped out of the car, glancing anxiously back at Donald, who was still parking by the entrance. She urgently motioned for him to hurry–she didn’t dare face Jonathan alone.

When Cheryl stood her ground in front of Jonathan, she called, “Jonathan.”

Jonathan’s gaze fell on the baby girl cradled in Cheryl’s arms. He let out a sudden, mocking laugh and asked, “Where’d you borrow this kid from?”

He sneered inwardly, “Do they all think a child is some kind of leverage against me?”

Cheryl gritted her teeth and said, “This isn’t a borrowed child. She’s my daughter, Serena.”