Chapter 130

The drive back to the Wilson mansion was a blur for Drakon. His thoughts were a whirlwind of confusion and anger, his emotions raw and tumultuous. He gripped the steering wheel tightly, his knuckles turning white as he navigated the familiar streets with a newfound sense of detachment.

His mind kept replaying Morna's words, each syllable piercing through his heart like a dagger. "Six months pregnant," he muttered to himself, his voice filled with disbelief. "And it's not mine."

The traffic lights blurred in his vision as he sped down the road, his foot heavy on the accelerator. Suddenly, a car swerved in front of him, forcing him...