You Complete Me novel (Skylar and Coralie)

Chapter 511

"Is it over?"

Franklin grabbed Lucille's wrist. He clearly felt that her arm was swollen.

Seeing her still at work despite the fact that she was heavily pregnant, he felt agitated.

"Yes, we are done." She opened her eyes languidly and peered at her wrist, which had turned white

after being grabbed by Franklin. She did not dare struggle.

"You haven't gotten rid of the child yet, and you haven't proved that it's not mine. How could you say

that we're done?"

Franklin increased the strength of his grip as if venting his anger on her.

Lucille tried her best to endure the pain but failed in the end. She gritted her teeth and blurted out, "It

hurts."

However, she did not understand what he meant.

"Mr. Moore, I was the one who insisted on it in the past... Now, I'm not going to do that anymore," she

said

In the past, she was always pestering Franklin, begging him to trust her and wait for her. At that time,

he always looked reluctant.

But now, why did he say that they were not done yet?

'Are you giving up? Are you going to let it go?" He asked.

"Yes."

Lucille nodded.

Although Franklin was smiling, blue veins were bulging slightly on his temples. He tried his best to

suppress his rage as he spoke, "You used to say that the child was mine back then. You asked me to

trust you. I made the decision to believe in you, and what now? Are you playing cat and mouse with

me?"

"Mr. Moore, the child is indeed not yours." Lucille feigned calmness and tried to cover up the quiver in

her voice. "I was in the wrong. Initially, I planned to... take advantage of you to raise my child, but now I

won't..."

"Shut up, you b*tch!" Franklin yelled.

Bang!

Before Lucille could finish what she was about to say, he shook her hand from his grip forcefully.

As Lucille was pregnant, she lost her balance after being flung away with that amount of force. She

tumbled a few steps back, bumped into the frame behind her, and fell down.

The painting that she had just completed also fell to the ground.

Franklin lowered his head. At first glance, he noticed the painting next to her. It was sunset at the

moment. The golden rays of the setting sun shone through the window and dappled on the picture on

the ground...

There was a young girl in the picture, standing in barren ruins, with her hands clasped together

devoutly. The sunlight illuminated one of the corners of the painting, as if it was bringing vitality and

hope to the desolated city depicted inside...

"You drew this?"

Franklin stared at the painting. He was a layman who didn't know much about paintings, but he liked it

very much at first sight.

Lucille supported her body with one hand and caressed her belly with the other. She asked in a low

voice, "Mr. Moore, what's the matter?"

She finally understood. There was no way he would come here without a motive.

"I... I originally wanted to pick you up and bring you back to the Jules family. I promised to have dinner

at your house today."

When Franklin spoke, he actually felt a bit helpless.

He looked at Lucille getting up with difficulty. As much as he wanted to help her up, he could not

swallow his pride.

"I'm not going. Thank you, Mr. Moore. Please leave," she replied.

Her gaze landed on the phone on the sofa not far away from her. Lucille wanted to inch to it gradually;

she wanted to make a phone call, as she distinctly felt a faint pain in her lower abdomen at that time...

She was in her third trimester. Thus, she was afraid that there'd be some problem with the baby after

her fall.

If anything happened to her child, she had to rush to the hospital immediately. Thinking of the

relationship between Franklin and Natasha, and her child's cleft lip, she tried her best to endure it.

She did not want Franklin to be the one who sent her to the hospital.

"Your painting... Is it for sale?"

He stood there, tightly clenching his fists. He knew very well that it wasn't the time to be discussing

paintings, but still he soldiered on.

Lucille turned to look at the painting. The painting was a symbol of her putting her past behind her.

Resolutely, she shook her head and said, "Sorry, no."

At present, she was gradually feeling painful tremors wracking her belly. It was an unknown feeling to

her, but she was very afraid. Her top priority was to go to the hospital as soon as possible.

She was terrified that she would go into labor right there.

"Then..."

"Get out of here!"

Lucille suddenly roared loudly!

She was deathly scared that she would be incapacitated, meaning Franklin would have to send her to

the hospital in the end.

He was also thrown for a loop. She was never the type to speak loudly. She always acted with caution,

too. What was this complete reversal of character?

However, someone of his status would never tolerate being yelled at by a woman.

Franklin glanced at Lucille, then turned around and strode out.

"Ring..."

As soon as he reached the entrance, he saw Zoel, who was in a casual outfit, carrying a huge bag.

"Franklin? What are you doing here?"

As soon as Zoel saw him, he was ready to attack at any given moment.

Zoel looked up and saw Lucille standing behind them. As it was quite some distance away, he did not

notice Lucille's abnormality; he thought that nothing had happened.

Franklin lowered his head and saw the shopping bag in Zoel's hand, full of baby products. A thought

suddenly struck him and he asked, "Is the baby in her belly... yours?"

Zoel was a little hesitant; he didn't know how to respond.

These days, he could see Lucille's affection for Franklin, but he realized that he himself had also slowly

fallen in love with her.

A selfish thought came to his mind, but when he was about to speak...

Bang!

A sound came from behind them.

Lucille fell to the ground, still screaming in pain. "Ouch, it hurts, it hurts..."

"Lucille!"

"Lucille!"

Franklin and Zoel rushed over swiftly.

Although Zoel stood further away, he pushed Franklin out of his way with all his might. He was the first

to rush to Lucille's side and help her up.

"Don't worry, I'll take you to the hospital!"

Zoel held her and comforted her.

"Mr. Moore, I don't have time to talk to you now, but if anything happens to her, rest assured that I'll be

coming for you!"

As soon as Franklin tried to speak, he immediately interrupted him.

The usually- frivolous Zoel was particularly serious this time around.

The pain in Lucille's belly was like nothing she had ever experienced before. As Zoel carried her and

they passed by Franklin, she snuck a glance at him...

It seemed that Franklin was concerned.

"I must be delusional from the pain. It hurts so much that I am hallucinating."

Muttering to herself, Lucille let Zoel carry her and set her down in the passenger seat.

It was then that the pain suddenly subsided. Lucille fastened the seatbelt by herself.

Zoel locked the door of the gallery and drove away speedily.

No one took another look at Franklin.

"How are you? Are you going through labor pains?"

While they were on the way to the hospital, Zoel queried.

"I am not... Ouch, it hurts again!"

Lucille had been pain-free for a while, but as soon as she spoke, her belly began to hurt again. She

recalled the doctor's words to her previously; these were uterine contractions.

What surprised her was Zoel's usage of the technical term 'labor pains'. Lucille herself had not

understood what it meant until the doctor had told her about it.

Yet Zoel phrased it that accurately.

It was rush hour, so there was heavy traffic. The pain in her abdomen came and went in intervals of ten

minutes. When it subsided every so often, Lucille and Zoel could converse normally. Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

"Why did Franklin come over today? It's not your due date yet, right? Tell me, did he hit you?"

Looking at Lucille suffering from pain occasionally, Zoel was visibly overcome with anxiety and

concern. The heavy traffic further heightened his frustration.