Hearing his words, Rebecca completely panicked.
She clutched her stomach tightly as if her life depended on it.
The Pittman family was no longer what it used to be. They had been teetering on the edge of bankruptcy for a long time.

If she couldn't keep this child, she would have no way of securing her position as Mrs. Gallagher.
What was worse, she might even end up being handed over to that disgusting old pervert to be toyed with like some object!
Her face went as pale as a sheet.
Without thinking, she grabbed her phone, ready to call Caroline.
Caroline valued children above all else. As soon as she found out Rebecca was pregnant, she would definitely find a way to protect her!
But before the call could connect, Matteo kicked the phone away without hesitation.

He stood up, nudging Rebecca's chin upward with the tip of his shoe, his voice ice-cold.
"Be good and get rid of the child. The divorce papers are already finalized. Whether you agree or not doesn't matter. Stop wasting your time on these ridiculous tricks.
"When I find Eve, you'd better apologize properly. If she's willing to forgive you, I might let you keep your pathetic life."
He didn't leave Rebecca any room to argue.

In front of him, she had always been the one desperately trying to please.
Rebecca collapsed onto the floor, completely disheveled, yet she still clutched her stomach protectively.
Her future wouldn't be ruined entirely as long as the baby was born safely.
However, Matteo wasn't going to give her that chance.
He had already done many things that hurt Evelyn. If this child remained, then any hope of making things right with her would be gone forever.
His face darkened with resolve. He ordered the guards to drag her to the hospital.
Rebecca struggled, kicked, and screamed, begging for mercy, but no amount of resistance could break free from the grip of the bodyguards.
She was pinned down onto the cold operating table.
The anesthesia was injected into her veins, and her limbs lost all sensation. Her eyelids grew heavier and heavier until she could no longer keep them open.
When she woke up again, her stomach felt empty.
The only thing that had ever given her hope was gone.
The effects of the anesthesia were fading, and the sharp pain in her abdomen made even the smallest movement unbearable.
Tears streamed down her face. The baby was gone.
Her future was completely shattered.
Meanwhile, Matteo was at the nightclub he frequented.
In a private room, he drowned himself in alcohol, frustration eating away at him.
He didn't even remember the last time he had gotten a decent night's sleep.
Evelyn's presence at home was fading.
The traces of her existence were growing fainter and fainter, as if she had never lived in that estate at all.
He couldn't bear to go back.
So instead, he escaped here, downing bottle after bottle, chasing a numbness that never seemed to come.
"I'm sorry, Eve… Didn't you always hate it when I drank? Why don't you come and stop me, Eve?"
Just then, a knock came at the door.
He ignored it.
No one knew about this room except his closest friends, and he hadn't told them he was coming tonight. So, whoever was knocking was obviously in the wrong place.
However, the knocking didn't stop.
After a moment, when he still didn't answer, the person simply pushed the door open and stepped inside.
"Get the hell—" His furious words cut off abruptly.
He looked up and stared at the woman pushing the cart of drinks and snacks.
"Excuse me, did someone here order drinks?"
The familiar voice echoed in his ears, and his eyes suddenly turned red.
"E-Eve?"