Please Let Me Go, My Contracted Ex-Husband.-Chapter 179 - - I’ll protect her for you!

William S. Lancaster's eyes widened in disbelief, his breath coming in short, panicked gasps. Grace quickly rushed to his side, trying to steady his breathing, but the shock from Cynthia's words had already pierced deep.

Cynthia, however, felt no sorrow. In fact, she was almost relieved, as if the years of pent-up frustration had finally been released. Her voice was calm, detached, yet it carried the weight of years of silent suffering.

"Yes," she said coolly, "I was already conceived before you raped my mother."

The room fell into stunned silence. Everyone turned their gaze between Cynthia and the bed-ridden William S. Lancaster. Her words, though precise, seemed to reverberate through the room like an explosive force.

"Moreover, whether he raised me or not is something you all know best," she continued, her voice unwavering. "I survived through working odd jobs and the sponsorship of an orphanage. The Lancaster family offered me nothing but endless humiliation and coldness."

She paused, her gaze sharp and unyielding. "I don't owe the Lancaster family anything. So there's no reason for me to intervene on your behalf."

A cold, almost mocking smile spread across her lips as she turned, her steps echoing in the room as she walked away. Behind her, William S. Lancaster's breathing was heavy and ragged, while Grace and Doreen were left to shout in panic, but Cynthia paid them no mind. She simply moved forward with a sense of finality.

As she exited, she collided with Albert, standing frozen in the hallway, his face a mask of disbelief. He had overheard every word, seen every emotion that flickered on her face. He stood there, stunned by the revelation. The woman he had been involved with, the woman he had once believed was linked to the powerful Lancaster family, was not even their daughter.

The news hit him like a thunderclap, and the reality of his own miscalculations slammed into him like a crushing blow. The woman he had been using, the woman he had tried to manipulate and control, was not even tied to the family he sought revenge against. His mind reeled, memories of their first meeting flooding back—the warning she had given him not to "bet on the wrong horse." The regret in his chest was so overwhelming that it felt as if his heart had been shattered.

Cynthia barely spared him a glance. "Wilson," she said, her tone distant and cold, "I will sign the divorce papers as soon as I get home."

And with that, she turned and walked away, leaving Albert standing there in the aftermath of his own folly, his heart sinking with the weight of his own mistakes.

"Cynthia—"

Albert surged forward, his hand gripping her arm with a force born of desperation. His eyes were wide with pain, the depth of his emotions spilling over.

"Why didn't you tell me earlier? Why didn't you tell me you weren't his daughter?"

The question hung heavily between them, a confession of regret and self-recrimination. He thought that if she had told him from the start, things might have turned out differently. Maybe they wouldn't have married, maybe they wouldn't have ended up in this irreparable mess. Maybe he wouldn't have been trapped in this suffocating pain that felt as though it was tearing him apart.

But Cynthia violently pulled away from him, her voice sharp and cutting.

"What difference would it have made? You married me because of the ties I have with the Laurence family, the Danny family, the Lancaster family. You wanted to use me to hurt everyone, to gain something for yourself!"

Her words sliced through the air, accusations like daggers. Albert stood there, stunned and speechless, the weight of her words crashing down on him. His heart sank as he tried to grasp what she was saying, only to find himself speechless.

"What?" he stammered, desperately trying to defend himself.

He grabbed her arm again, his voice full of urgency as he began to explain himself, "I never thought that way, never!"

But Cynthia's expression was cold, her face set in an unreadable mask. She let out a bitter laugh, one full of sorrow and disbelief.

"Then why did you marry me after Doreen? Tell me, was it for love?"

Her words struck him like a physical blow. For a moment, Albert was at a loss for words, his chest tightening as the reality of his own actions hit him with full force. He had never imagined that his decision all those years ago would lead them to this moment, this unsalvageable state. The pain and regret were evident in his silence, and he couldn't come up with an answer. What could he say?

"I admit, I married you at first because I thought you wouldn't cling to me, but it was only later that I found out about your connections to the Danny and Laurence families!"

Cynthia lowered her gaze, staring at the large hand that was holding onto hers.

After leaving the hospital, Cynthia aimlessly boarded a bus and wandered around. She didn't know where she was supposed to go. Earlier, she had been so certain about returning to sign the papers, but now, she suddenly lacked the courage.

Her small apartment, which she once thought of as a warm haven, had suddenly become a forbidden place after that document, a nightmare that haunted her.

She had considered going back to the hospital to terminate the pregnancy, but halfway there, she lost her courage. She remembered reading somewhere that every life is an angel sent by God to save their parents!

Dazed and weary, she sat there, lifting her hand to gently caress her belly, thinking how could she be so cruel, taking away their chance to spread their wings? Though it wasn't the right time, it was still innocent.

With nowhere else to go, she ended up at a small clinic. As soon as Victoria saw her, she quickly rushed over, visibly worried.

"Sis, what happened?"

Cynthia knew exactly what she was asking. She smiled faintly and replied,

"I'm pregnant. Two months along."

"W-what... what do we do now?"

Victoria was so shocked she didn't know how to respond.

"Dr. Lancaster, you're pregnant! Congratulations!"

At that moment, a mother holding a young child nearby heard this and immediately congratulated her. Every mother can relate to the joy of bringing new life into the world.

The little boy in her arms was pouting, looking at the needle in Gary's hand, trying not to cry. The large teardrops in his eyes seemed to be spinning, as if he were trying to show that he was a little man.

Cynthia's heart softened at the sight. She crouched down to gently pat the boy's round little head and casually said,

"What else can we do? We'll have to keep it, right?"

As soon as the boy heard this, he wiped away his tears and, in a babyish voice, said,

"Aunt Cynthia, you should have a little sister. I'll protect her for you!"

Cynthia felt a lump in her throat and almost cried. She quickly stood up, turned her head, and hurried into the dressing room to change clothes. Whether it was a boy or a girl, her only wish was for the child to be healthy, simple, and ordinary, never having to fall into the same abyss of irreversible consequences like he had.

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