The Ex-husband Wants to Get Power Every Day After the Divorce-Chapter 412 - 409: Choosing Stephen Crane

Chapter 412: Chapter 409: Choosing Stephen Crane

“No need.” Stephen Crane sat upright and shook his head slowly, “She just lost the baby, and her body hasn’t fully recovered. There’s no need to rush to see her now.”

Although he had been prepared for Molly Walker not to see him, when it actually happened, he still felt a bit disappointed.

All his life, he had been smooth sailing, favored and flattered by people.

No wonder she was the child Molly raised, as proud as she was deep down.

“Let’s go back.” Stephen Crane leaned back on the seat and closed his eyes to rest with a weary demeanor.

“Mr. Crane!”

A frantic scream made Stephen Crane furrow his eyebrows.

The shrill sound pulled him out of his relaxed state.

Stephen Crane opened his eyes and saw a woman leaning against their car window.

Phoebe Belmont, in her excitement, grabbed the door handle tightly, “Mr. Crane… Did your assistant tell you about that matter?”

What matter?

What’s going on?

Stephen Crane subconsciously looked over at his assistant.

Alyssa Evans’ face stiffened, her smile full of meaning.

She never thought that Phoebe Belmont would confront Mr. Crane directly.

She didn’t tell Mr. Crane about Phoebe’s pregnancy to save her face but didn’t expect that Phoebe was unwilling to give up and would force them to confront the issue.

“Mr. Crane, I haven’t had a chance to tell you about this,” Alyssa Evans said with a smile, “Miss Belmont is pregnant.”

“Pregnant?” Stephen Crane was stunned, and an image of Phoebe Belmont naked in the street instantly came to mind.

Seeing Alyssa Evans hesitating to speak, Stephen Crane remained silent.

This child probably doesn’t even know who her father is.

“Miss Evans, as I suspected, you didn’t tell Mr. Crane about my pregnancy…” Phoebe was burning with anger.

Alyssa Evans was too calculating, not planning to tell Mr. Crane about her pregnancy.

Fortunately, Phoebe had her suspicions, or else she wouldn’t know how she and her baby would die.

“Mr. Crane, your assistant is going too far. She didn’t even bother to share the good news with you. Luckily, I met you today and could tell you myself, otherwise, my baby and I would have suffered so much injustice.”

Phoebe’s words were accompanied by tears, but Stephen Crane was still at a loss and confused.

How is this considered good news?

Stephen Crane smiled awkwardly, “Indeed, getting pregnant is good news. Congratulations, Miss Belmont. By the way, I have other matters to attend to, so I’ll take my leave.”

Leaving?

Phoebe’s heart was suddenly filled with anxiety.

Why was Stephen Crane acting like this after hearing she’s pregnant? This was completely different from what she expected!

As she watched the car start, she gritted her teeth and stubbornly blocked it, “Mr. Crane, what do you mean by this?”

Stephen Crane furrowed his brow, not understanding the scene Phoebe was causing.

His mood was not great right now, and he had no patience to deal with Phoebe.

“Go around her,” he ordered the driver with a frown.

Alyssa Evans crossed her arms and leisurely watched Phoebe.

Phoebe Belmont might be good at running a company, but she couldn’t read social cues and had poor emotional intelligence.

Alyssa was certain that Phoebe would unwittingly collide with the wall.

As the car moved to the side, Phoebe panicked and cried out, “Mr. Crane, Mr. Crane, you can’t do this…”

Her voice suddenly stopped.

Not far away, Daniel Thompson was getting out of a taxi, either unaware or just learning of the news, hurriedly coming towards the Leaford family.

Daniel also saw Phoebe, his eyebrows furrowing in displeasure.

Watching Daniel approaching, Phoebe’s face turned pale and then flushed.

What a small world, Daniel Thompson had arrived as well.

Her grip on the car door handle loosened.

Daniel glanced at her, and as if not knowing her at all, brushed past her.

Phoebe’s eyes reddened, and she bit her lip, reaching out to block Mr. Crane’s car again.

“Mr. Crane, I’m carrying your baby!”

At a distance, Daniel Thompson, who heard these words, stumbled and almost fell.

Mr. Crane?

He glanced inside the car and saw the gray-haired Stephen Crane in the back seat.

Stephen Crane!

In an instant, Daniel Thompson’s head was muddled with anger.

How dare Phoebe Belmont! She had an affair with an old man, got pregnant, and tried to pass it off as his—utterly outrageous!

He must have been blind to have almost let this woman drive a wedge between him and Amanda and cause a divorce.

This woman wasn’t even worthy of tying Amanda’s shoes!

Daniel Thompson was indignant, but he completely forgot that he was also an old man.

Inside the car, when Stephen Crane heard Phoebe’s words, he was first surprised, followed by a frosty expression on his face.

Upon encountering Stephen Crane’s icy gaze, Phoebe shivered uneasily and bowed her head.

If it weren’t for her own future, she didn’t want to do this either, especially not in front of Daniel Thompson.

But at this point, she had no choice.

Between Daniel Thompson and Stephen Crane, she could only choose the latter.

Little did she know that Stephen Crane would not be pleased by her words at all.

Was there some misunderstanding?

Phoebe’s heart raced, and she tried to suppress her fear as she said to Stephen Crane: “Mr. Crane, this is a child you have in your old age. It should be me congratulating you. You are not married, you have no children, and yet at this age, you can still have a child—it’s a happy occasion!”

She tried to make conversation, attempting to cover up the awkward atmosphere, but her words only made it more awkward.

Stephen Crane glanced at his assistant and finally understood why she hadn’t told him about this.

Such a fabricated claim was simply disgusting.

In his life, standing at the pinnacle, he had been approached by people of all ages, but he had no interest in any of them.

However, having someone so eager to claim he’s the father was a first for him.

“Miss Belmont, I’ve never touched you,” Stephen Crane tried to make his voice sound calm.

“How could that be…” Phoebe stared in disbelief, “I woke up that day with bruises all over my body in a hotel you had arranged. Who else could it be?”

“I’m not hiding anything from you. That day, I simply saved you. You were naked… lying outside the bar with no clothes on. I pitied you and asked my assistant to take you back to the hotel. After that, I never saw you again, let alone touched you. I’m sorry, Miss Belmont, but the father of your child is someone else, and it could never be me.”

A loud “boom” echoed in Phoebe’s ears.

Outside the bar… naked… without clothes…

That’s right, she had gone to the bar that day and drank a lot. After that, her memory was a blank. She had no recollection of what happened.

She had thought of a million possibilities, but never this one.

She had been raped that day…

And she didn’t even know who the father of the baby was…

Phoebe felt nauseous and vomited uncontrollably.

Tears streamed down her face.

Humiliated!

Utterly humiliated!

After finally preparing herself to marry Stephen Crane, she didn’t expect the truth he revealed to be even more difficult to accept.

She was picked up by Stephen Crane out of pity.

No wonder Alyssa Evans had that expression upon hearing the news; she must have been laughing at her stupidity.

She was indeed stupid, getting pregnant and then panicking as she sought a father for her child without even figuring out who the real father was.

Watching Daniel Thompson’s retreating figure, Phoebe regretted everything.

She should not have fallen out with Daniel Thompson in the first place.

She even wondered if she had not meddled in Daniel Thompson and Amanda Leaford’s affair, perhaps she could have lived a happy life.

Her greed had invited the knife to her throat, and she was bitten by her own desires.

Seeing Phoebe frozen in place, the sympathy Stephen Crane initially felt for her gradually disappeared.

If Phoebe hadn’t tried to disgust him with this matter, he would have been willing to help her.

But today’s events had truly repulsed him.

Inside the car, the driver stepped on the gas, slowly moving forward.

“Mr. Crane, Mr. Crane!” The housekeeper waved frantically as he chased after them.

Seeing the housekeeper getting farther away, Alyssa Evans told the driver to stop.

Out of breath, the housekeeper caught up and leaned on the door handle, gasping for air.

The window rolled down, and Alyssa gave a polite smile: “I’m sorry, we didn’t hear you just now. Is there something urgent?”

“I finally caught up…” The housekeeper said between breaths, “Miss Thompson, she’s agreed to meet you.”