Chapter 465 Oliver, Can You Give Birth?
The revelation stunned the Moore family into silence.
Matthew was livid.
How could Nicholas be so reckless as to impregnate some woman from the streets? Neither she nor the child in her womb could be allowed to remain.
Matthew made his decision swiftly, exchanging a meaningful glance with Aaron.
Aaron inwardly sighed.
Hestia remained in shock, murmuring, "He actually got someone pregnant behind our backs..."
Isabella snapped back to reality.
Sensing Matthew's intentions, she pleaded fearfully, "Father, please spare her! We're talking about two innocent lives. Consider it an act of mercy for Nicholas's sake! If you hadn't been so stubborn years ago—if you hadn't sent Sarah away—Nicholas wouldn't be in this situation now!"
Matthew laughed coldly. "You're blaming me? I'm trying to save your son! Keeping her and that bastard child alive would be nothing but trouble."
Isabella dared not respond.
She merely clutched Matthew's sleeve with a mournful expression. Something told her that if they killed Azalea, the Moore family would be beyond redemption.
"Mother, you can't possibly want this illegitimate child!" Hestia exclaimed in disbelief.
Tears streamed down Isabella's face. "Hestia, you're a mother too! Verity and Isaac have always been sickly—think of this as earning some good karma for them!"
The foreboding in her heart grew stronger.
She fell to her knees before Matthew. "Father, I'm begging you! For Nicholas's sake, spare her! Spare the innocent life she carries! Just banish her from Evergreen City, make sure she never appears before Nicholas again. Please! I truly fear that if we commit this atrocity, the Moore family will be finished."
Matthew looked down at Isabella.
For years, he had treated her like his own daughter.
In that moment, seeing her so distraught, Matthew seemed to age ten years.
He glanced at the woman, who clutched her slender frame protectively, her rounded belly carrying a Moore descendant.
He knew he shouldn't show weakness—it had never been his style—but in this moment, he lacked the strength to be ruthless.
He raised his hand slightly. "Go. Before I change my mind. And never see Nicholas again. You're not worthy of his love."
Azalea dressed herself, huddled in her clothes.
She picked up her luggage and disappeared into the night.
Hestia continued to rage, but Matthew, exhausted and weary, ignored her and just wanted to rest.
Little did he know that this rare moment of compassion would ultimately save the Moore family from extinction.
Later that night, Claire knocked on the master bedroom door.
"Mr. Windsor, there's a woman named Azalea asking for you!"
Inside, Oliver had already retired for the night but roused himself upon hearing Claire's call. "Tell her to wait."
Oliver had no intention of going downstairs. He gently patted Sarah. "Would you handle this for me?"
Sarah initially refused.
Oliver got out of bed, wrote a check for $80 million and said, "It's the middle of the night, and I have no desire to meet some woman! Do this for me... please?"
Seeing his serious expression, Sarah relented and accepted the task.
She put on a robe and went downstairs to meet Azalea.
As she left, Oliver closed his eyes to rest.
About half an hour later, the bedroom door opened again. Sarah entered with a troubled expression.
Oliver lay with his hands behind his head. "What's wrong?"
Sarah sat on the edge of the bed, studying his face before finally speaking. "Azalea is pregnant. It's Nicholas's child."
Oliver clicked his tongue and scoffed. "So they actually developed feelings for each other!"
Sarah looked concerned. "You won't harm the child, will you?"
Oliver laughed softly.
He caressed her cheek gently. "Of course not. It's not my child—why would I care about terminating her pregnancy? Besides, Matthew already let her go."
After a moment's thought, he added, "Tomorrow morning, I'll have Zoey arrange for her to leave the country, before anything else happens."
Sarah stared at him intently.
Though the timing was inappropriate, Oliver couldn't help making a suggestive comment.
For once, Sarah didn't scold him.
Instead, she tenderly touched his handsome face and asked softly, "Azalea wants to see Nicholas one last time. Oliver, I know you can arrange it."
Oliver's blue eyes darkened.
After a moment, he replied huskily, " Well, if you're asking a favor, you should show some proper gratitude."
Oliver hadn't changed clothes yet; his white shirt was creased from her embrace, only enhancing his sensuality.
Oliver was half-drunk and wasn't actually suggesting anything—he was merely teasing.
Sarah knew he had agreed to her request.
Early the next morning, Sarah handed Azalea over to Zoey.
Returning to the bedroom, she found it bathed in soft morning light.
The man who'd been drunk the night before was now propped against the headboard. He patted the space beside him. "Sweetheart, you have two choices: remarry me or have my child."
Sarah leaned against the doorframe. "Didn't you have a vasectomy? Can you even father children?"
Oliver's blue eyes grew intense. "Want to find out?"
Whenever he looked at her that way, Sarah couldn't help responding, and this time was no exception.
His good looks could easily make any woman's heart flutter.
She approached the bed and kissed him, their lips entwined in a passionate embrace. She whispered, "Let's find out then."
Her long hair cascaded over her slender shoulders, gently swaying.
Oliver felt a surge of affection.
For the past several months, Oliver had been preoccupied with his feud against the Moore family. They hadn't relaxed like this in a long time, hadn't enjoyed the pleasures of married life together. Just as they were about to reconnect intimately, Claire knocked on the door again.
Her voice carried a hint of annoyance, "Mr. Windsor, there's another woman at the door! She says she wants to meet Mrs. Windsor!"
Oliver's Adam's apple bobbed as he looked down at Sarah. "Should we greet our visitor, or continue?"
Sarah felt a flare of anger and punched him lightly. "One of your old flames has come calling! Don't you want to see her?"
Oliver guessed who it might be and responded roguishly, "She asked to see you, not me. How does that make her my old flame? If you don't want to meet her, I can have Claire send her away."
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