Mr. Williams rushed back on his private jet after hearing about his father's condition, cutting short his conference in the U.S.
At the hospital, Emily stood beside him, her face pale with tension.
She barely dared to breathe, afraid of provoking his anger.
"Look at the daughter you raised!
Running around with men at such a young age, and now she's gotten herself pregnant!
She's driven Dad to the hospital—what kind of mother are you?"
The moment Beauty arrived, he lashed out at Emily without holding back.
She didn't dare argue, enduring his scolding with reddened eyes, her heart aching.
Grandpa coughed twice, casting a cold glance at his son before speaking in a measured tone.
"This isn't the time for blame.
That disgrace in Laura's belly can't stay—it's a stain on our family name.
Emily, arrange for an abortion while the fetus is still small.
Spare her suffering."
Hearing this, Emily frowned instantly.
"You know how stubborn that girl is!
