At her words, Ethan Kingsley's grip on her hair slackened almost instinctively. He warned in a low voice, "If you want to die, you'll die by my hand and my hand alone. Don't try anything stupid, understand?"
"Then try me. I know it's easier for a pregnant woman to die than for a normal person."
"You dare!"
Ivy Tanner clenched her fist, ready to slam it into her own stomach.
Suddenly, Ethan Kingsley grabbed her shoulders, shoved her against the wall, and leaned in until their faces were less than a centimeter apart. He snarled, "I'm only stopping you this once. Next time, I won't interfere."
With that, he released her shoulders, turned, and left without a backward glance.
Ivy Tanner slumped to the floor, all her strength gone, as if her soul had suddenly left her body.
'Did he come here just to fight with me?'
'Pathetic.'
Her gaze fell upon a pair of scissors and a sewing kit on the table—the one Granny used to mend clothes.
