Helen was sitting next to Nathan, and although she couldn't see the expression on his face, she felt his body stiffen up. She didn't know what he was going to say. She was afraid, though, that it wouldn't be good, so she spoke up before he could. She turned to the old man and said, "I just got back. Why are you so anxious to send me away? Besides, Nathan deserves a better person than me. I am not good enough for him."
The old Mr. Davis: "Bullshit. He must be responsible for you."
Helen: "It's not his fault. I blame myself, and you should blame me as well."
The old Mr. Davis: "How can I turn a blind eye to this? You are the person that I worry about the most. I will take care of your business. It's Nathan who is not good enough for you, so don't worry."
"Old Davis!" Helen exclaimed. She was a little anxious. She suddenly stood up and said, "Can I say a few words to you alone?"
"Sit down," the old Mr. Davis said. "We can talk after you're done eating. You haven't eaten anything yet, and it's better to talk on a full stomach." When he finished talking, he scowled at Nathan, threw his fork at him, and said, "Come with me."
The old Davis led Nathan into the antique study room, which was decorated with Calligraphy, famous pictures, antiques, and collections. Once they were alone, he pounded his fist on the table fiercely. "Did you say anything to Helen?" he shouted.
"I won't marry her," Nathan said. He had a casual air about him, but he was on full alert and ready for anything.
"You must marry her," the old Mr. Davis said. His eyes were red, and his voice was full of ire. "This is your responsibility. Besides, she is the only person that the Davis family will recognize as our granddaughter-in-law."
"Unless I die," Nathan said seriously.
"Bastard!" the old Mr. Davis threw a pen holder full of pens and pencils at Nathan. "Do you want to hurt her again?" he demanded. "Didn't you hurt her enough?"
"Didn't you hurt us enough?" Nathan shouted back. "Most of this is your fault!"
The old Davis stood with his hands behind his back, pacing back and forth in the small space between the table and the chair, and the mechanical sound of the pendulum clock on the wall sounded louder than ever. A minute passed, and then it chimed ten times. It was ten o'clock.
The Old Davis stopped pacing and raised his eyes. He glared at Nathan and said, "Helen is pregnant."
Nathan's eyes went wide, and then they narrowed suspiciously. "What do you mean?" he asked.
The old Mr. Davis: "Helen is pregnant."
Nathan smirked and said, "I don't see what this has to do with me. It's none of my business. Do you love her so much that you would force me to marry her and raise another man's child?
She committed suicide over me, and I know that you feel guilty about that, but I don't love her, and I am not interested in living in a loveless marriage. Why don't you marry her if you want her to be a part of our family so badly?!?!"
"It's none of your business?" The old Davis laughed arrogantly. He glared at Nathan and said, "Of course, it is your business. After all, it is your child!"
"Don't talk stupid!" Nathan growled. "If you want to tell lies, you should put a little more effort into your stories. I never touched her, so how could it be my child?"
The Old Davis picked up the small pen holder on the table. The white marble was transparent, but there was a trace of an impurity under the light. He ran his finger along the line. Then he said, "Do you think that there is only one way to get pregnant?"
Nathan frowned. "Did you use the sperm that I donated to the sperm bank to fertilize her womb artificially?" His face turned red as his ire began to rise. Of course, he did! - Nathan realized - It would be just like him to go to such an extreme to get what he wanted...
The Old Davis smiled as his head bobbed up and down. "So, now you must marry her!" he said.
Nathan kicked the pen holder at his feet, and it hit the coffee table with a "Bang!" and broke into two pieces. "No way!" he shouted.
"This is about Crystal, isn't it?" The old Davis hissed.
Nathan felt his body stiffen, and it felt as if his body was under a spell. He could no longer move.
"Crystal is no match for you or the Davis family," the old Davis continued. His serious expression was firm. "I have ordered people to appeal to have your marriage invalidated."
"How dare you!" Nathan cried. His scarlet eyes were covered with red blood, and he looked like a beast trapped in a cage. He said, "If you insist on fighting against me because of her, you know what; you know who will be hurt the most; you know who will die and be denied a burial? It will be her!"
The Old Davis: "If you hurt her, I will die with her! Is it worth losing me over a woman?"
"Of course!" Nathan replied without hesitation.
The Old Davis: "Fine! I'll give you time. Before Helen gives birth to the child, though, you must break up with Crystal. I can promise not to hurt Crystal, but you must get divorced and marry Helen."
"Oh, are you forcing me to have a harem?" Nathan laughed wryly. Then he put away his smile and said, "I, Nathan, promise you this: I will only ever love one person, and that person is Crystal Smith!"
The Old Davis: "But what about your child with Helen?"
Nathan: "The success rate for artificial insemination is only about 20%. How can you be so sure that this child is mine?!?! You can't!!!"
"We'll see," the Old Davis replied. "After he is born, he will take a DNA test. If it is your child, what are you going to do?"
Nathan laughed and said, "If it is mine, then I will marry her, but if it is not, then you will have to stop interfering with my life. If you do, I will fight you, no matter what the cost." The gestation time was his opportunity. The world changed so rapidly that the facts could be reversed from black to white in three days. In this case, he had nine months, so he was not worried. He could obey the old Davis for now and then disobey him later.
"Don't have a crooked mind," the old Davis said. "If the child dies, even if you don't want to marry her, you will have to!"