Flora Palmer gasped for air, clutching her neck as she slowly got up, her gaze cold, "Arthur Bennett, you better pray I live well. Even if I die, I'll make sure to take you down with me!"
He looked at her with disdain, "You've reminded me of something indeed. Giving you a sudden violent death would easily arouse suspicion. Letting you die openly and justifiably is only fitting. Prepare yourself for pregnancy. Within two months, I'll have you pregnant with my child. On the day the child is born, that will be your death day."
His directness in saying this showed that his arrogance had reached an extreme before her.
Flora Palmer shook with anger. She couldn't believe that such a terrifying person could exist in this world, let alone be her husband.
"Scared?" Arthur Bennett laughed, "I thought you were quite bold? Now you're afraid?"
Flora couldn't say a word, watching him slam the door as he left, tears on the brink of falling.
