Chapter 727 Lola, We Have Another Child Again 1
Lola swallowed the pill, feeling it scratch uncomfortably down her throat.
She slowly sank onto the couch.
Her slender fingers tightened around the pill bottle, gripping it harder and harder... A wave of sadness washed over her. She and Johnny had come to this point.
Lola put the pills away, had breakfast, and went downstairs to see Angelina.
As she reached the staircase, she saw a doctor being led upstairs by Samara, presumably to see Johnny.
Lola paused. Was Johnny sick?
She didn't care about his well-being.
She just thought, he had the energy to torment her last night, but now he was unwell?
The doctor saw her and, guessing her identity, nodded slightly in greeting. Lola stepped aside to let him pass... Downstairs, Angelina was having breakfast. Hearing footsteps, Angelina called out softly, "Mommy," her voice tinged with insecurity.
Lola went over to sit with her. She noticed Angelina wasn't eating as much as she used to and gently said, "You're growing, sweetie. You need to eat more."
Angelina poked at a piece of scrambled egg with her little fork, half-heartedly.
After a while, she looked at Lola and asked quietly, "Mommy, are you going to have a baby?"
Lola was taken aback.
Angelina lowered her head and said, "Daddy said Mommy will have a baby soon. He said once Mommy has a baby, he'll take us back home."
Lola blinked slowly.
It was only now that she understood. Johnny had taken her and Angelina not to keep them forever, but to get her pregnant. He thought that if she had another child, she wouldn't be able to leave him and would eventually come around.
Lola closed her eyes briefly.
At that moment, there was a noise from upstairs. Johnny was personally escorting the doctor downstairs.
In the morning light, his face looked a bit pale.
The doctor carried a briefcase. Johnny saw him to the door and didn't come back until the sound of the car had faded... Angelina watched him warily.
Johnny noticed she hadn't touched her breakfast and said gently, "How about Daddy makes you something else?"
Angelina continued poking at her scrambled egg. "This is fine."
Johnny knew Angelina was upset. He turned to Lola. "Weren't you feeling unwell and wanted to have breakfast upstairs? Why did you come down?"
Lola retorted, "Do I not even have the right to come downstairs? If not, I won't come down tomorrow."
Her words carried a hint of sarcasm.
Johnny couldn't miss it.
He smiled slightly, hands in his pockets. "Why are you saying stuff like that? If you wanna go out for a walk, we can go anywhere you like. I'll go with you."
Lola didn't believe a word he said.
After Angelina finished breakfast, Lola took her upstairs to help her with her homework.
Johnny stopped her. "Lola, we need to talk."
He gestured for Angelina to go upstairs first. Angelina looked at him reluctantly. He softened his expression. "Be good. Daddy needs to discuss something with Mommy."
Angelina hesitated before slowly heading upstairs.
Once Angelina was upstairs, Johnny looked at Lola. "For Angelina's sake, Lola, we need to get along."
Lola found it laughable. "Isn't it a bit late for that? When you chose to keep Shirley, you didn't care about the kids' well-being. Do you know how scared Angelina was when Shirley kidnapped her? Do you know she has nightmares? If you really cared about her well-being, you'd let us go, instead of keeping us here to satisfy your endless desires."
Johnny looked down.
He stared at the needle mark on the back of his hand and spoke softly. "Once you're pregnant and have the baby, I'll let you go."
A wave of suffocation gripped Lola's heart.
He wanted her to have a baby here?
As if knowing what she was thinking, Johnny spoke softly. "In a month, we'll move. By the time Dad and Kingsley find us, our third child will be born... Lola, I think it'll be a girl, just as cute as Angelina!"
He seemed to be trying to please her.
He said, "This child will be named Esme Hawkins. How about that?"
Esme Hawkins. Lola was the person he cherished most, and he had thought long and hard about this name.
Lola looked at him, feeling powerless. Was Johnny crazy, or was she?
She didn't respond and went upstairs.
Johnny watched her retreating figure, his pale face growing even paler. Samara approached, seeing his condition. "Mr. Flores, would you like some breakfast?"
Johnny held onto the back of the chair, where Lola's warmth still lingered.
He caressed it longingly.
Even though he had held her passionately last night, he couldn't feel her warmth. Did Lola have no feelings left for him?
No matter what he did, no matter how much he did, all he got in return was disdain.
From that day on, their interactions fell into a strange pattern.
Lola was cold to him, and unwilling to have any physical relationship. Almost every time, he had to give her something sweet to eat, but even after the passion, he felt empty. Lola's mocking expression afterward made him feel like a man with a dysfunction.
Johnny wasn't that kind of man, but it saddened him that he couldn't make Lola happy.
When she was sober, she felt nothing.
He had tried to arouse her, but all he got was pain and rejection.
Pinned beneath him, her expression of suppressed disgust pierced his heart.
Yet, he still craved their physical connection.
Lola noticed that Johnny was particularly attentive during her fertile period, making love to her deliberately... Afterward, he would gently caress her, holding her close to prevent her from taking a hot shower.
That night was no different.
She turned her back to him, covering herself with a thin blanket, and said softly in the dark, "It's useless, Johnny. Give up. We won't have another child."
Johnny didn't respond.
He held her waist from behind, his warm hand resting on her abdomen.
It was still soft and flat, but perhaps it was already nurturing a new life... He knew she was taking pills every day, but they were just folic acid.
His voice was low. "After all this time, Lola, haven't you softened even a little? Look, we've been getting along well. We can go back to how things were."
Lola's response was to throw off the blanket and head to the bathroom for a shower.
Johnny watched her retreating figure, his gaze deep. He lay there for a while before getting up to take a quick shower in the guest room. Then he went to help Angelina with her homework. Lately, Lola had been sleeping a lot, so he had been helping Angelina with her studies, though she was becoming more distant.
Time flew by.
One early morning, about half a month later, Lola sat on the toilet in the bathroom, lost in thought.
Her period was three days late.
A woman's intuition and the changes in her body made her uneasy. She sat there for a long time before getting dressed. She pretended to feel unwell and asked to have breakfast upstairs, asking Samara to bring it up.
Ten minutes later, Samara brought a tray upstairs.
As she set the breakfast on the small table, Lola walked to the living room door and gently closed it.
She turned to Samara and asked softly, "What did Mr. Flores offer you?"
She had only intended to test Samara.
Unexpectedly, Samara, feeling guilty, panicked and confessed everything. She wrung her apron, her voice trembling. "Mr. Flores found out that day. He gave me the pills. I thought Mr. Flores loved you so much he wouldn't harm you... So..."
Lola closed her eyes briefly. She understood everything.
The pills she had been taking were fake.
Johnny had tricked her. No wonder he was so sure there would be a child; everything was under his control. She looked down and gently touched her abdomen... There was probably already a child there.
This child was conceived through Johnny's coercion and manipulation. Lola didn't know how to handle it. Should she get rid of it?
At that moment, her hatred for Johnny reached its peak.
Samara, seeing her expression, guessed what was happening and trembled all over. Lola knew it was pointless to be angry with her. Samara was just as much a victim of Johnny as she was. She slowly sat on the couch and said softly, "You can go now. Close the door."
Samara breathed a sigh of relief. She wanted to comfort Lola but decided against it after seeing her expression.
The door closed softly.
Lola looked at the bottle of pills on the table, then quietly left the room.
She didn't know how long she had been sitting there when the bedroom door opened, and a tall figure walked in.
She didn't need to look to know it was Johnny. Samara must have told him. Lola looked up, her voice mocking. "Johnny, are you here to check the results? Should I congratulate you?"
Johnny slowly walked over and knelt in front of her.
His fingers gently caressed her abdomen. He spoke softly, "We're having another baby, aren't we?"
Lola looked down at him.
She watched his trembling hand rest on her abdomen, his face filled with the joy of impending fatherhood. Lola found it ironic. Her voice was strained and hoarse. "I won't have this baby."
Johnny looked up and said softly, "You will. This is a life."
Before he could finish, she slapped him hard.
Lola couldn't control her emotions. Her voice was hoarse. "Johnny, you know this is a life! Is this how you treat life? We're over. Do you think having a baby this way will bring us back together? Tell me, how can we go back? Do you plan to keep giving me those libido-enhancing pills forever? Do you think a child born into this family won't be miserable?"
Johnny suddenly grabbed the back of her head.
His handsome face was as strained as hers. He laughed softly. "Compared to losing you, I think that's more miserable. Lola... Let's remarry. If you come back to me, I won't care about your feelings for Darren. You can visit him every week. Just stay with me."
Lola pushed him away. "You're crazy!"
Johnny stepped back, not arguing, just looking at her. They both knew Lola's body couldn't handle an abortion. She would have to have the baby.
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