4: The Consequences of deceiving me

Laurette POV

My heart was racing with fear as Bryce glared at me.

This fear had been deeply rooted in me since our first meeting as adults.

It was the inauguration ceremony of Rodriguez Corporation's new CEO, and I was a rookie intern standing at the end of the line, watching him walk in.

He was wearing a well-tailored black suit with a white shirt that highlighted his striking features.

He stood on the stage and gave a speech, and then promptly fired several corrupt senior executives and reported them to the authorities, resulting in their imprisonment.

He was ruthless and decisive in his actions.

After he took office, there was a major reshuffle of the company's management, and it was a time of bloodshed and terror for everyone.

For a long time afterwards, whenever the company's employees mentioned him, they were terrified and referred to him as the "Mr. Unapproachable".

I was also afraid of him.

At this moment, his face was so terrifyingly dark that it was even more frightening than when he was in the courtyard just now.

I lowered my gaze and stared at his perfectly pressed trouser legs.

I thought to myself that no matter when, he was always impeccable and flawless, and the most disheveled person was always me.

"Speak!"

The man's low voice was imposing without anger, and it frightened me so much that my heart was trembling.

I avoided his cold gaze and didn't know what to say for a moment.

Years ago, I had a miscarriage and suffered from excessive bleeding, which injured my uterus.

Later, when I went to the hospital for a check-up, the doctor told me that I might never be able to have children again.

When I returned from the check-up, I planned to tell him about this, but before I could say anything, the angry man forcibly took me.

Bryce stared at me with his deep eyes, which were as blue as the sky, making it impossible to read his thoughts.

My Mother stood beside us, trembling with fear, and cautiously spoke up, "Bryce, Laurette speaks without thinking. She's just trying to anger me... "

"Mother-in-law," Bryce interrupted my Mother forcefully, "I'll take Laurette to the hospital for a check-up first. We'll know if she's trying to anger you after the examination."

After speaking, he grabbed my wrist and pulled me towards the parking lot.

Calista had never seen Bryce angry before, and she was uneasy in her heart.

She wanted to follow and see, but she was also afraid of Bryce's anger.

In front of me, no matter how arrogant she was, she was only relying on the fact that I was her biological daughter.

When she encountered someone who was truly dominant, she immediately turned into a quail.

This was the survival skill she had learned over the years in the wealthy families.

Hesitating, Bryce had already dragged me far away.

He threw me into the passenger seat and drove to a private hospital.

On the way, he gave me one last chance. "It's half an hour from here to the hospital. You can choose to confess and be lenient, or resist and be punished severely."

I turned my head to look out the car window.

The night outside was dark, and the car window was like a shiny mirror, reflecting my anxious face.

What should I say?

Back then, I only mentioned the child who had a miscarriage, and he became furious.

That was the first time I knew how scary he could be when he was angry.

I bit my lip tightly and remained silent.

Bryce's hand holding the steering wheel was covered in bulging veins as time passed.

It wasn't until the red cross of the hospital appeared in front of us that he knew I wouldn't speak.

The car turned into the hospital and screeched to a halt.

Bryce got out of the car, his body wrapped in a frenzy of anger. He pulled me out of the passenger seat and pinched my chin, forcing me to look up at him.

"Laurette, you know the consequences of deceiving me."

I looked into his eyes.

His deep, dark eyes were like two bottomless pools, as if they were going to suck me in and drown me.

I looked away and refused to look at him anymore.

Bryce was amused by my passive resistance. He took a step back and sneered, "Okay, let's see how long you can keep up this act." He grabbed my wrist and dragged me into the hospital.

The private hospital had a full range of equipment, and a series of gynecological examinations were completed in just ten minutes.

In the office of the chief gynecologist, Bryce sat on a chair.

His noble and powerful aura added a sense of oppression to the surroundings.

The chief gynecologist cleared her throat and carefully chose her words, "Mr. Bryce Rodriguez, your wife's previous miscarriage caused her endometrium to become thin, her fallopian tubes to be blocked, and her progesterone levels to be lower than normal due to long-term use of contraceptives.

Therefore...

It will be extremely difficult for her to conceive in the future. You need to be mentally prepared."

Bryce had already guessed the general situation in the car, but he didn't know that my physical condition had deteriorated to this extent.

Even so, I didn't say a word to him.

The chief gynecologist saw that he was not speaking, and the continuously decreasing air pressure made her feel cold and shiver.

She tried to speak, and heard the man in front of her ask, "When did she find out?"

The chief gynecologist was stunned for a moment.

She searched my medical records on the computer and said, "About four and a half years ago, when she came for a follow-up examination."

At the words, Bryce's cold and stern face suddenly became stormy.

I had hidden it from him for four and a half years.

Whenever he thought of the contraceptives he had given me during those four and a half years, he thought he was humiliating me.

In fact, it had become a humiliation to himself.

What was I thinking about him at that time?

The chief gynecologist saw his terrifying expression and hesitated for a moment before saying, "In addition, we found that Mrs. Laurette is allergic to contraceptives during the examination just now." Bryce's breath hitched.

The chief gynecologist's words were like a steel needle piercing his throat.

Under the strong dull pain, he felt his vision darken and his breathing became difficult.