Brandan walked over and threw the pregnancy report in front of her, his voice eerily calm: "Explain."
Iris closed her eyes, "I can get a divorce."
"..." Brandan said nothing, just stood in front of her, looking at her.
Iris lowered her head slightly, not daring to face Brandan's expression, not daring to look into his eyes, afraid she might start crying.
She couldn't afford to cry now; she had to protect this child from him. She couldn't let him get rid of it.
"I can get a divorce." Iris forced her voice to stay calm, "I can see a lawyer right now, leave with nothing, I don't want anything, I... ah!"
A hand suddenly reached over, grabbed her throat, and pressed her hard against the wall. Iris felt a wave of suffocation and fearfully raised her eyes to see the man's cold, sinister gaze.
There was only furious anger in them, no compromise or permission.
"What did I tell you before?" Brandan asked, word by word, "If you dare give birth to this child, I will strangle him myself!"
