Chapter 50. Trading My Baby for Money?

Blair mops the living room floor while cooking. The girl really demanded to work hard to exhaustion. Annoyed, she threw down the mop and stretched out on the floor. Moments later, she stamped her feet on the floor, grunting.

"Why do I have to do all this work alone? I'm pregnant. I don't even have time for myself. Damn it! Why should I be made a maid in this house? I can not take it anymore! Should I admit my pregnancy so he let me go? Or else he will ask me to get rid of this baby?"

As the thought crossed her mind, Blair started to freak out. She hugged her belly, which was beginning to bulge a little.

"No! That can't be happening. He must not touch this baby."

Ding. Dong.

Blair turned toward the door and muttered, "Who was there at this hour? Supposedly, Axel nor I have guests."

Ding. Dong.

The doorbell rang again.

With great difficulty, Blair got up from the floor and walked toward the door. Still, with her apron on, she opened the