"It's all your fault that I became like this," George sneered at Jean. "You are so vicious. How could you come up with such a trick? I really underestimated you."

"Let go of me, George. Let go of me!" Jean tried her best to break free, but George was so strong that she could not escape his grip.

"You're hurting me. I..." Jean struggled. George's eyes flared red with anger and his grip tightened. He ignored her plea. "I will let you die with me!"

Seeing that it was useless to beg for mercy, Jean surrendered and stopped struggling. She forced a weird laugh.

George was stunned. He looked at her and asked, "What are you laughing at?"

"I'm laughing at you. You're crazy." Jean provoked him further. "Okay, you can kill me. I'll go to the hell with my child to keep y

n." He walked past him.

"George, George!" Terence called out. He still had a lot of questions in mind.

He did not understand what had happened.

In his empty apartment, George felt a pang of ambivalence tuck his heart, but he had to bear it alone.

Meanwhile, Jean went back to the hotel. She was not expecting to see Barton waiting outside her door.

After hesitating for a while, she walked up to him and asked, "Dad, why are you here?"

"You haven't been home for a whole night. How can I not come?" Barton said angrily. "You are pregnant now. You should go home now."

"I won't go back," Jean said assertively.

"Don't be childish. Pack your things and go back with me."

"Dad, I want you to tell me the truth. Do you believe what Terence said last night?"