Chapter 293: DELUSIONAL OLD CREEP
"I never expected this to happen. You got pregnant for this man and now you came to rub it on my face especially after I told you to only get pregnant for just one man?" He questioned Jasmine who had been quiet since as she lowered her head, silently listening to their conversation.
Jasmine raised her face to look at her father and remarked. "I thought that you’ve already disowned me so why should you be worried about who I’m pregnant for?" She questioned him.
Mr Davis widened his eyes in disbelief. "How dare you talk to me like that?" He demanded, making sure that his voice wasn’t too loud to attract the male warden who had come earlier to warn him. "Don’t you dare to forget that I’m still your father and in fact, you should be ashamed of yourself. You imprisoned your father and you visit him regularly in jail as if everything is good. You should be ashamed of yourself Felicia," he spits out.
"And you should be ashamed of manipulating your very own daughter for your selfish goals. Do you know the kind of mental health breakdown she could have gone through if she hadn’t learned the truth earlier that you had planned to tell her that’s if you even planned to tell her that she was just a pawn in your games," Andrew defended his girlfriend. He wasn’t going to sit silently and watch the old man insult his girlfriend. That was unacceptable.
Andrew’s voice had been low, while he made sure that the words that spilled out of his mouth would sink into Mr Davis’ head.
Mr Davis gritted his teeth in anger, speechless about what he should say next. He had been caught on this one and by looking at Andrew’s face, he had an inkling that he was the one who helped Jasmine out.
"I don’t want that child. You are to abort it," he demanded harshly. "Get rid of that child as soon as possible."
Jasmine stared at her father with shock written all over her face. She was very much aware that her father was evil but never did she think that his level of wickedness would reach such an extent. He was asking her to get rid of her very first child, his grandchild, and a new heir. She didn’t know if coming to tell her father the good news was a good thing now.
Unexpectedly, echoes of laughter filled her ears and they were coming from the one who was sitting beside her. She turned and found Andrew laughing his heart out as if a joke had just been said. She didn’t find what her father had just ordered her to do to be a joke. From his solemn expression and a little tint of irritation from watching Andrew laugh at his demand.
When Andrew had finally had enough, he used the back of his palm to wipe away the tears that had brimmed on the corners of his eyes when he was laughing earlier. "I’m sorry for my bad manners. I just found everything that you just uttered to be funny," he apologized and Jasmine could sense his lie. He wasn’t sorry one bit for laughing at her father.
Clearing his throat, Andrew continued. "Could you please repeat what you just asked Jasmine to do? Maybe I didn’t hear it well because if I did, I’m sure that I wouldn’t have laughed so hard," he requested but the air that surrounded him was so heavy and suffocating that it didn’t seem like he was requesting. He was demanding Mr Davis and the old man didn’t like the way he was being ordered by Andrew.
"I want you to get Jasmine to abort that baby. I don’t approve of it. I don’t approve of your relationship with that child," he pointed at her belly which was heavily clothed in a loose dress that would make no one believe that she was pregnant unless she told them. "That little bastard that you are carrying inside of you...."
"Shut up!!" Andrew demanded from Mr Davis and without a second thought, the old man immediately closed his mouth and kept it shut. The male warden was about to walk over to them to warn them but something in him warned him to not even think about it else he wanted to get beaten up. "You have no right to make such a request," he added.
Jasmine placed her hands on Andrew’s tense shoulder and tried to make him sit back down. Although they were in a private meeting room that they had specially told the officers to give to Mr. Davis in case he would escape, they were still in jail after all and should mind the way they spoke and not act like an animal like her father had done earlier.
"Andrew, please calm down," she tried to coax him and when she placed her hands on his, she could feel his veins pop. She looked down and found his fist perfectly ready to deliver a punch and immediately, she placed her tiny palm on his and whispered. "Please, not here," she pleaded. She approved that her father needed a punch to set his loose screws but the jail wouldn’t be a better place to do it.
"I don’t care about what you think or what you think. I’ve told you that I don’t want Jasmine to give birth to that child. She has to get rid of it, else..."
"Else what," Andrew interrupted Mr Davis. "I think there’s something that you aren’t getting straight here and it’s that Jasmine and I have both decided to keep the child and nothing you say or do will make her choose otherwise. Like I said earlier, we only came here so that we can inform you about the good news but from the look of things, it’s obvious that you aren’t happy for us. Not like I’d expected you to anyway and your attitude disgusts me."
