085 Will Not Forgive

The Dowry Bride Without a Window

Yun Xueyan watched Duan Nanyu warily, wrapping herself tightly in the quilt as if it were a shield. If he dared to harm her child, she would fight him with all her might.

“My lord, if I said this was your child, would you believe me?” Yun Xueyan wiped the tears from her face and suddenly asked, “My lord, all I need is for you to tell me whether you believe or not!” Her tone grew heavier, her gaze mournful as she looked at Duan Nanyu.

If he believed her, she would explain everything. If he did not—no matter how much she said, it would be useless.

Duan Nanyu stared at her in silence for a long time. He believed her! If she explained, he would believe!

“My lord…” Duan Nanyu hesitated. How should he speak to her? His impulsiveness had frightened her.

Yet the slight hesitation was clear in Yun Xueyan’s eyes. She sneered, lifting her head to hold back sorrowful tears. “You don’t believe! Still, you don’t believe…” She murmured, as if speaking to herself.

Suddenly, Yun Xueyan glared at Duan Nanyu, her voice cold and bitter, yet resolute. “My lord, I must keep this child, whether two months or three months—no one may touch him!”

She couldn’t care about anything else; she could not lose the child, flesh and blood bound to her.

Her words wounded Duan Nanyu. She asked whether he believed, but what mattered was not his feelings—it was the child!

He’d still harbored a sliver of hope, foolishly thinking she would explain, thinking she cared about him.

Standing motionless, a chillingly cold smile slipped across his lips. His dark eyes were sharp and terrifying, filled with overwhelming fury.

He turned and swept his sleeves, leaving the room.

Yun Xueyan looked at the empty room and breathed a sigh of relief. Had he let her go? Yet her heart dared not relax, for she felt that something dreadful was still to come.

After sitting for a while, she rose from the bed, barefoot on the icy floor. The cold seeped into her bones, but it was nothing compared to the pain Duan Nanyu had inflicted upon her.

Her hand rested on her lower belly, her lips bitter. “Child, mother will protect you.” She looked up, hearing hurried, harsh footsteps approaching.

Duan Nanyu entered, carrying a bowl of medicine, his gaze utterly cold as he looked at her. “Drink it. Things will be as they were before. I will still dote on you.”

Yun Xueyan’s eyes widened as she stared at the white porcelain bowl he held out to her. The thick, black medicine exuded a nauseating scent.

He wanted to take her child away.

“Drink it!” Duan Nanyu stepped closer, his sinister gaze like icy daggers, cruelly stabbing into her chest.

“I won’t!” Terrified, Yun Xueyan retreated step by step, her tears flooding forth. Her frail body darted toward the door—she would not let him harm her child; she could not lose the child.

“Yun Xueyan!” Duan Nanyu roared, losing all reason. In a flash, he seized Yun Xueyan in his arms, gripping her jaw and pressing the medicine to her lips.

She was weak, unable to resist. She wanted to beg him, but the bitter medicine was forced down her throat.

She swallowed the overwhelming bitterness painfully and with difficulty, her eyes filled with despair and rage. Coughing as she choked, her voice wretched, she cried, “Duan Nanyu, I will hate you all my life, hate you to my bones. I curse you—you will never know true love…”

She would never forgive him. Never.