The Revenge of the President
Chapter 69. Son, son!!

Last day, as Dave said. The day Arshila was able to stroke her fetus for the last time. The woman, crying all day, stroked her flat stomach. The murmuring that only sounded by him himself.

If asked about his current feelings, the sound of a heart-wrenching cry, was already the answer. He felt broken, his heart was torn bloodless. The inner pressure really made him start thinking short. What use is he to live, without the baby being the reason to survive. The world is cruel, for him. Fate never sided with him. So, why last longer?

She begged and bowed at the feet of her husband. But, the man who had hesitated, returned to his original decision.

"This is your son, please trust me. Let him live. You can test the DNA, after she's born."

"I don't want to waste my time and money trying to prove your bastard son. Between the two of you, I chose you to stay alive and cry for your son as punishment, for playing behind my back."

Arshila was like a sinful woman, who cheated on her and became pregnant with another man. The punishment was too heavy of the one he had received. He became an outburst of revenge, for a deed he never did. Now, the child in her womb is also a victim.

That's enough, he can't stand the pressure anymore. His mind screamed, making his throat choked.

In the tribulation of his life, no one reached out to him. He was locked up with strict care. The doctor who treated him has been replaced, because it was found to help him try to escape. Likewise, Lin and Grace's mother, had already been replaced with a new servant.

Servants who have almost the same age as them, but look more assertive. The woman did her job, without saying much. Perhaps, because of getting the order or not, Arshila did not care.

"Miss, we'll check your condition." Female doctor, but it seems to have almost the same age as her.

Arshila was silent, looking at the doctor in front of her with her eyes puffy. Well, like her who couldn't resist, the woman in front of her was the same.

"Miss, we'll do the procedure, noon." The doctor said without looking at him. As a woman, she felt guilty. But, he was only a subordinate who followed orders.

Arshila still continued to be silent, with her eyes closed tightly. His heart throbbed and felt tight, something he really could not bear anymore. He stroked his flat stomach. Repeatedly, without noticing her tears falling down without excuse. He returned to sobbing, without releasing his hands from his stomach.

"Doctor, I beg you. Save baby! He doesn't know anything, he's innocent."

Arshila begged, cupping her hands in front, with tears streaming down her face.

"Miss, forgive me. Please, forgive me." The doctor looked down, unable to look at the hopeless and helpless face before him. He did not want to be the same fate, with the doctor sophia and the doctor who had handled Arshila. He was just a man, who needed a job, to survive for his family.

The doctor had left, without giving any help, though he begged many times. The doctor can only apologize. Arshila was like a stand, on cracked glass. Once it moved, its glass shattered and made it fall into an endless bottom. No one can help him but himself.

My son, forgive your mother who is too weak. Please, help mommy to keep you!

The clinking sound of the wall clock, which kept moving, made Arshila start to get anxious. In a moment, what should he do? He continued to pray, begging the creator to help him. He was too weak and helpless.

Arshila glanced, a fruit basket that was still full, on top of which perched a knife. He got up, grabbed an apple and a knife together.

"Miss, please, put the knife down. Let me peel it."

Arshila simply shook her head, a cry that had not subsided, making her reluctant to answer. He continued to move his hand, peeling the fruit for the last time to eat.

"Miss."

Four men in white uniforms approached, carrying wheelchairs. One of them, one of them walked towards him.

"Miss, please."

Arshila was unmoved, she focused on eating the fruit. The doctors, they're still waiting. They, let Arshila finish the fruit.

"Miss, do you need anything else?"

The waiter opened his voice, because Arshila did not move even though the fruit in his hand had run out.

"Miss." They screamed at the same time, as Arshila pointed the knife in front of them.

"Miss, I beg you. Please, put the knife down! You could get hurt."

The servant reached out, but was not welcomed. Eventually, he ran out asking for help from the guards.

"Miss, please. We can talk about it."

The doctors, come calm. But, the woman in front of him was completely unmoved. The knife moved, pointing at his own neck.

"Yetoo." They screamed in panic.

The bodyguards couldn't do much, a single scratch, had already put their missus' life in danger.

Arshila laughed mixed with tears. He laughed at his tragic life. People in front of him, afraid he was hurt. In fact, his heart and mind were bleeding.

"Miss, we beg you!"

"Retreat!"

Sreetts.

Arshila scratched her palm, until blood poured out.

"Miss." They were getting more panicked and scared, but Arshila looked at them expressionlessly.

The new waiter snatched his phone. Contacting the young master, who was the source of the problem.

The female doctor, directing her friend to go, took the equipment. They have to be prepared for all possibilities. Women who are desperate, cannot think clearly, how hard they prevent it.

"Miss, we'll cancel the procedure. Please, awake! I'll help you."

The female doctor, take a step forward. But, Arshila again pointed the knife at her neck.

"Miss." The doctor, back off.

Arshila was not playing games or just threatening. He could no longer endure something that left him tormented and dying slowly. The path of death is the way to end his suffering. She can live with her baby later. That is, his mind at the moment. His life did not stop just because he was dead. There is another life, which he believes is better.

The Dave residence.

The man, dropped himself on the floor. His face pias, plus the tears that bore the river. He shook his head, pushing the facts before his eyes. He hit his chest repeatedly, which felt deprived of oxygen.

Getting two surprises at once, he was like freefall from a skyscraper. His soul seemed to die, as well as his cold body froze. He is unforgivable, even dead, he remains unforgivable. The cry of the wife, overshadowed his thoughts.

"Oh, no! My child!! My boy!!"

Dave got up, ran over. He was followed by his secretary, who always accompanied.

"He's your son! Our son!" Arshila's voice rang in his mind.

"Please, let him live. You can test the DNA, after she's born."

Dave was crying, his chest felt so tight. It's like forgetting how to breathe oxygen. He wanted to scream, bring out something that stuck in his heart.

"My child! My boy!!"